the humiliation of finals week
In order to celebrate(?) my embarrassingly poor performance on my written French final exam this morning, I've decided to zone out to some loud, obnoxious music and ignore everybody.
I've got an oral French final tomorrow. Let's hope that it goes a little better.
On top of the prospect of failing my French class miserably, I forgot about a Friday-at-midnight(!) due date for my final paper in Intro to Reporting. I realized this after getting an email from my Bitch Queen of a professor telling me that I hadn't turned it in, so I dumbly submitted it as a reply to her email.
I tried to explain that I'd been under the impression that it was due on Saturday at midnight. I told her the truth, instead of telling her that I'd sent it, but my school email account had been acting strangely, so I'd be happy to resubmit it. No, I decided to tell the truth, thinking that she would take pity on me for being honest.
I don't think I had any such luck.
She promptly told me that I would receive partial credit only (but at least she agreed to accepting the paper at all).
When I asked her how many points she was planning on taking off because the paper was a little less than ten hours late, she refused to reply to my email. She still hasn't replied. And here I am, positively tearing my hair out in guilt, hoping to God that it was an A paper and she only dropped me a few letter grades.
No, it's more likely that I'll have made a bunch of idiot mistakes, and she'll have vindictively decided to fail the paper automatically, giving me a 30 percent or lower.
Even that wouldn't be all that bad if I wasn't such a "problem student" in that class. I was always bothering her for extra credit, asking for assignment extensions, and making her frown with my dumb-assed questions. She also called me out on doing very poorly on nearly all of my morning quizzes.
So, I'm not doing all that well in the class anyway.
If I don't pull a fantastic grade out of my ass for the final exam, I may have to retake that stupid fucking class all over again.
Just thinking about that combined with my sub-par performance involving French...well, it's enough to make me nauseated with embarrassment.
And, honestly, with my parents' assistance in paying for my school, I'd almost be too humiliated to look them in the eye if I failed half of my classes this semester. Even if I received a couple of D's and got a "Sure, whatever," from the academic advisory board when I petitioned them to accept those credits as a part of my degree.
I would still be humiliated.
I would go from being my parents' absent-minded, slow, but lovably ambitious daughter to being, y'know, their stupid daughter.
And if I explained that I actually worked my ass off in French and Reporting (which, in all honesty, I did), that would just deepen their disappointment in me.
It would be one thing if I squandered some of their money on partying my ass off and ignoring the bulk of my classes, but if I'd honestly tried only to fail...well, that's something that my beloved father would spend the rest of his life looking down his nose on me for.
And once I'm forced to drop out of school because I can't pass basic requirements for my degree, they'll tell relatives that school just "wasn't for Emily". While they're in front of me, they'll talk about how the higher education school systems are flawed and don't accommodate students with my "unique learning style" (stupidity). But, as soon as I'm out of earshot, they'll say "Yeah, we used up a lot of our hard-earned money to discover that school wasn't for Emily."
Why can't I just be smarter?
On a lighter note, I think I'm going to get a good grade in Native American culture. And, I think that due to my high essay scores, my biology grade won't dip below a C, even if I completely mangle my final exam. Which would be difficult, because it's a take-home exam and I seem to do pretty well on those tests by googling the questions.
=/ That's right, I'm a lazy asshole in biology, and I'll probably end up passing that class.
I need to find some antacids or something. I can already tell that this week is going to end in me vomiting blood all over myself.
I've got an oral French final tomorrow. Let's hope that it goes a little better.
On top of the prospect of failing my French class miserably, I forgot about a Friday-at-midnight(!) due date for my final paper in Intro to Reporting. I realized this after getting an email from my Bitch Queen of a professor telling me that I hadn't turned it in, so I dumbly submitted it as a reply to her email.
I tried to explain that I'd been under the impression that it was due on Saturday at midnight. I told her the truth, instead of telling her that I'd sent it, but my school email account had been acting strangely, so I'd be happy to resubmit it. No, I decided to tell the truth, thinking that she would take pity on me for being honest.
I don't think I had any such luck.
She promptly told me that I would receive partial credit only (but at least she agreed to accepting the paper at all).
When I asked her how many points she was planning on taking off because the paper was a little less than ten hours late, she refused to reply to my email. She still hasn't replied. And here I am, positively tearing my hair out in guilt, hoping to God that it was an A paper and she only dropped me a few letter grades.
No, it's more likely that I'll have made a bunch of idiot mistakes, and she'll have vindictively decided to fail the paper automatically, giving me a 30 percent or lower.
Even that wouldn't be all that bad if I wasn't such a "problem student" in that class. I was always bothering her for extra credit, asking for assignment extensions, and making her frown with my dumb-assed questions. She also called me out on doing very poorly on nearly all of my morning quizzes.
So, I'm not doing all that well in the class anyway.
If I don't pull a fantastic grade out of my ass for the final exam, I may have to retake that stupid fucking class all over again.
Just thinking about that combined with my sub-par performance involving French...well, it's enough to make me nauseated with embarrassment.
And, honestly, with my parents' assistance in paying for my school, I'd almost be too humiliated to look them in the eye if I failed half of my classes this semester. Even if I received a couple of D's and got a "Sure, whatever," from the academic advisory board when I petitioned them to accept those credits as a part of my degree.
I would still be humiliated.
I would go from being my parents' absent-minded, slow, but lovably ambitious daughter to being, y'know, their stupid daughter.
And if I explained that I actually worked my ass off in French and Reporting (which, in all honesty, I did), that would just deepen their disappointment in me.
It would be one thing if I squandered some of their money on partying my ass off and ignoring the bulk of my classes, but if I'd honestly tried only to fail...well, that's something that my beloved father would spend the rest of his life looking down his nose on me for.
And once I'm forced to drop out of school because I can't pass basic requirements for my degree, they'll tell relatives that school just "wasn't for Emily". While they're in front of me, they'll talk about how the higher education school systems are flawed and don't accommodate students with my "unique learning style" (stupidity). But, as soon as I'm out of earshot, they'll say "Yeah, we used up a lot of our hard-earned money to discover that school wasn't for Emily."
Why can't I just be smarter?
On a lighter note, I think I'm going to get a good grade in Native American culture. And, I think that due to my high essay scores, my biology grade won't dip below a C, even if I completely mangle my final exam. Which would be difficult, because it's a take-home exam and I seem to do pretty well on those tests by googling the questions.
=/ That's right, I'm a lazy asshole in biology, and I'll probably end up passing that class.
I need to find some antacids or something. I can already tell that this week is going to end in me vomiting blood all over myself.