| A simple anecdote... |
[Sep. 17th, 2003|09:13 pm]
David
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I had always assumed that I knew exactly what people meant when they hated Ms. Medler. I thought I did, too. Until today. Today I learned what it really meant to hate Ms. Medler.
Recently she assigned us this biome brochure project. Alexa, Priscilla, and I pretty much worked our butts off on it. Today we got it back with a grade. The grade, you ask? 85. We got 15 points subtracted because we weren't neat enough, we didn't have enough captions, and for something that looks like "land nic."
THAT'S FUCKING UNFAIR.
We work our butts off for a lousy 85?! I agree with the captions part, but NOT with the un-neat part. At least ours didn't have writing all over the place! (I can't argue for or against the last 5 points... I don't know what the heck a "land nic" is.)
Jordan's group produced a beautifully colorful brochure. I'm dead serious. It was bright and colorful! And what did they get? 85.
Ashley's group forgot to include the plants found in their biome. And what do they get? 100. Mind you, the five things that you needed in your brochure were weather/climate, clothing to pack, plants, animals, and a map of the biome. That really is unfair. A 100 for forgetting to include plants. No offense to you, Ashley, or anyone else in your group, but that really is unfair. We get a lousy 85 because we're not neat or forget captions or something involving land nic but you get a 100 because you forgot plants?
On top of that Ms. Medler decided to spring onto us a 40-ish multiple choice question review 10 minutes before class ended. Why? "Well, since you guys aren't studying for your test tomorrow I'm going to make you study." She basically said enough to the point where you could assume that she wanted all of the questions answered before class let out. And even on top of that I mis-heard one of the pages and ended up doing the wrong page for 5 minutes. So, assuming that there were 40 questions altogether and she grades it on how many you did out of 40, well, I handed her a paper worth a grade of 18. (I only did 7 questions. Remember, I did the wrong page for 5 minutes!)
And as for the studying thing.. Well, yesterday I frickin' wrote down everything I needed to know for the test.
I talked with Ashley and Nicole about this and it turns out that Ms. Medler's done this before to her previous classes, but Nicole doesn't know if she ever counted them towards our grades. She better fucking not! Ashley also hypothesized that she only gave us those questions to shut us up. I hope so.
After Ms. Medler handed me back the grade we made on the brochure I just sat there in stony silence. And as I sat, I began to think. Things I do somehow or another ends up futile. Argue about Ms. Medler about our grade? Futile. I'm dead serious. She'll probably go, "Well, it's your fault you didn't spend enough time on your brochure." Fuck that.
I also got around to thinking about Leo. It's so futile, this crush is. Even if I tell him, 99.9% chance says he's straight... Why me? Why do I always have to fall for the straight guys?
All of this hellishness finally caught up to me. As I was waiting for the bus this afternoon I just broke out in anger and then broke down crying. I couldn't take it anymore. The grade we didn't deserve, the stupid 10-minute review, Leo... It just seemed so... So... Hopeless.
Leo saw me crying. The girls (Samantha, Christina, Tiffany, Kristi, and probably some others) kinda crowded around me and protected me and warded off potential bullies as I stood there crying my eyes out. After some of Leo's other friends left he came over to kinda check up on me. I appreciated that a lot.
...If only. |
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