So I didn't fail all my classes.

...Just one.

But that's okay. Final tally: B, two C's, and a D.

I have to bitch about both my lowest grade and the highest one.

The D: I got the D in math. The math class that was basically a review of every math class I had taken before. I am so pissed off about this grade, as this is the first time I've gotten a bad grade I didn't deserve. Okay, this is how the class works: twice a week, a whole bunch of us meet with Stupid Math Professor (SMP) for a lecture on whatever we're covering that week. Once a week, we meet in smaller discussion groups with a graduate student from the math department to go over what SMP went over in more detail and to ask any questions we may have. During these discussion groups, we would take a little quiz on whatever we were covering that week. If you look at my quiz scores, it's all: 100, 100, 95, 100, 100, 80, 85, 100, and so on. I get the material, okay? But if you look at my grades from the tests given to us by SMP, it's: 65, 35, 35, 60. ...Does this not send a red flag up in anyone else's head? Theoretically, when a person understands the material and attends every single class and takes meticulous notes, SHE SHOULDN'T BE FAILING TESTS. Oh, but I've found a way I guess. Silly Sarah. Always going against logic. My best friend Niki wrote an entry about how she failed a macroeconomics class by two (two!) questions. This inspired me to do some math of my own, and I failed this class by four questions. *sigh* Since fourth grade, math has and always will be my worst enemy. If I was an awesome assassin, along the lines of the members of the Deadly Viper Assassination Squad, I would roam the earth killing mathematicians and math teachers. And I would only be known as "The Final Equation." And it would be awesome. *drifts off into assassin daydream*

And my other gripe is with the B I got. I realize a person doing as dreadfully awful as I am should hardly complain about a good grade. But it was not earned. It should be much lower. I got it in Latin by the way. You see, if The Latin Teacher I Am Desperately Trying To Get Out Of My Head likes you and thinks you worked hard, he will somehow "find a way" to boost your grade. This is great and all, but if I want to be a Classics major, which I totally do, then The Latin Teacher I Am Desperately Trying To Get Out Of My Head should be brutally honest with my grades and not give me false hope that I can do this. Ya know?

Can I just go on the record and say I didn't used to be this stupid? Wait, no, I am stupid, I mean I didn't used to get grades this bad. I swear to you folks, I used to be an honor student. I used to get A's and B's and took the hardest classes offered. I don't know what has happened to me. I have completely degenerated into the person I swore on my life I would never become. I am in the same boat as people who I would hear about and I would be like "why would they do that??? Just why?" There's a lot of excuses I could use to justify myself, namely that I had never been so miserable in my life as I was at The College That Shall Never Be Spoken Of Again, but the bottom line is I suck and I'm tired of excuses. I have plans to make this summer what I like to call a "Sarah Renaissance." I desperately want to change everything about myself, from my head and the brain encased in it, to my toes, one of which has been attacked by some sort of fungus but my friendly family doctor has given me some solution or what not for it. But you know how it always goes: saying you're going to change is the easiest thing in the world, while actually doing it is the hardest.

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