FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK I'm too tired for this shit
I am EXHAUSTED from a weekend of no sleep so I am sorry if this doesn't make sense at all. I am venting so if you want skip over it, there is nothing good to read in this.
Sorry for all the cussing...I am pissed.
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So remember last post or whatever when I mentioned going to talk to my teacher about not getting my work? Yeah I redid it again and put it on the server and I was in her office when she pulled up my files on to HER computer. She told me she would think about rechecking my work and if I do well on the midterm I might can stay. Remember that?
The following class we took the midterm. I was feeling so confident because it was open book and open notes! right up until the part where we had to do things on the computer. I felt like I was a little eh and I knew I couldn't afford any shots. I really felt like I did okay and I honestly will never know because I checked my log sheet again and guess what guys!!!
SHE STILL DOESN'T HAVE ANYTHING FROM ME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
WTFWTFWTFWTFWTFWTFWTFWTFWTFWTFWTFWTFWTFWTF.
She sent me a note saying nothing was there again (DESPITE US LOOKING AT IT AND HER SEEING IT WAS THERE ON TUESDAY SO BETWEEN FUCKING TUESDAY AND WHENEVER THE SHIT SHE GRADED IT WHERE DID IT FUCKING GO!?) she wrote that even with my midterm grade if I did well on all my next projects I was still going to get an F and that I needed to drop so I can get a WP which is a withdrawl. Pissed as fuck, I just didn't give a shit anymore and packed up my shit and left.
There was no point in me doing the assignment if she was never getting my shit anyways so I just went and got my drop sheet with Joe :/ I was so angry, but since I was really tried I just didn't care about anything anymore. I went to Illustration class because we had to turn in our projects. It turned out to be just what I needed because I laughed so hard I cried. My teacher is so racist...(not really, but damn what he said was fucked up).
I skipped Photography though :/ I was just tired and I didn't want to move or do anything.
On the way home in the car I told my mom what happened and that I was going to drop. I hate talking to my mom about certain things. She will agree with you when you first bring it up, but the second you want to go along with the plan she will cuss you out. She didn't cuss me out or anything, but she went all "That's half a semester WASTED!" and then she goes on about gas and it's like wtf I still have like two other classes!. She wanted me to talk to the Dean again and fight to stay in the class and things and I just feel like it's hopeless. She isn't kicking me out the class. I could stay, I'd just fail and not get financial aid and then we'd have to pay for everything. I had to explain that it was going to fuck up my GPA and stuff before she just said "do what you have to do" UGH THANKS.
It's not that I am just not doing the work. It's there and she fucking saw it with her own damn eyes. I saw that she saw it and I haven't touched it since then. I can take it over next semester, but I am really hoping I get another teacher :/.
Oh! Mike slapped my wrist because I told Heather to throw an M&M at him TTATT it hurted.