Well, the grades for winter semester are up today. I am very disappointed with myself. I got the worst grades of my entire life. And I'm a little upset because it's not entirely my fault. (Okay maybe a little. But still).
Chem 106 is a grade that I'm upset about. I had been getting A-minuses on all the free response tests. Then I got 34% on the final, so I cried for 34 hours. Turns out the testing center graded it with the wrong form, but I still got a C, meaning instead of the A I had, I got a B+ in the class.
Photography... How are you supposed to grade pictures??? Whether you like them or not? Well obviously my teacher didn't like my pictures, because the grade I got does not represent the strongest feelings of personal fancy.
Political science, I hated. Definitely never did the homework and never studied, so I deserved the B+ there. Stupid general education classes that I should have tested out of.
Chem lab? Worst class of my life. You had to be so precise with the stupid chemicals when you're trying to simply not melt your hand off with 18 molar hydrochloric acid. Who cares if it's one drop or two? It'll make you go blind either way.
Dance, communications, and Book of Mormon were the only classes I managed to get an A in. Dance because everyone gets an A. Book of Mormon because... it's part of my religion, I better know it... And Comms 101 because I got 70 points of extra credit.
This is the first time in my life that I got more B's than A's. I know everyone else is like "Boo hoo you got B's?! I failed half my classes!" But I have to get a 3.6 GPA to keep my scholarship. Which I barely got 3.60 so.... I'm walking a thin line. On one side lies academic success, and free food. On the other lies the depths of failure, loss of a scholarship, homelessness, and starvation. I am far too close to the precipice of insufficiency for my and my mother's liking.
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