Angry rant coming...just so you know.
So...I should really be doing my homework right now. Like, really. The Grenier model sucks, and by "sucks" I mean is upsetting to my OCD, because I can't draw even circles.
But yeah. A few days ago I casually mentioned, in passing at dinner, that I might be considering not taking AP english next year. From my parents' reaction...I thought that I might actually have this go smoothly, because they didn't seem to react all that much. Aha...was I wrong. Tonight, I was washing dishes after dinner, because the dishwasher was already running, and Kyle had made dinner. I was almost done, and was perfectly ready to call Jon, because he had called whilst my hands were a soapy mess, and I had to finish the dishes before calling him back. But I just had the coffee pot left to do, when my dad starts in with "So what's this with you might not take AP english? It can't be that bad, can it? What's the big deal?" So I told him how when I went for my interview with Mrs. McGuirk and I took my writting sample, which was a 95, by the way, and she said "I wouldn't have given you an A on that, at the AP level anyway." Which is all fine and good, and perfectly understandible.
What was getting to me was my dad and how he wasn't accepting that AP english isn't a class where you simply try really hard and you get an A. Oh no. Not even that, but he wasn't getting the fact that my grade in that class could very well be a C, as is the average for the first quarter of AP english. His reasoning? "When have you ever been average? Aren't you above average in every other class? Don't you feel you're up to the challenge?" I don't know...he just wasn't listening, I felt. It didn't help that I was starting to get a little choked up during this, because neither of them were understanding that I don't want to take this class.
I probably will. I know it's going to happen. Mrs. McGuirk told me that I should reconsider taking it, because I want to major in something math or science-related in college, so I shouldn't be focusing so much on english. Julia echoes this. Even so, I'll probably end up taking the class. It's expected, almost as if there was never any doubt that I would. And I absolutely hate that.
From the beginning, I never planned on taking AP english. Since sophomore year, talking to Bridgette, she told me that they suggest you take no more than two AP classes per year. So I thought I was all set. This was before I knew latin IV was even an AP class. I figured, "Oh, AP physics and AP calculus, guess AP english is out of the question." Oh no, fuck that. New this year...no more AP physics and calculus. Forget U.S. history was ever an AP class. All that's left...AP english and latin IV. I am teh screwed.
But yeah. After asking what the big deal was with AP english, my dad suggested I go into politics, run for president and rid the government of corruption. And I don't think he was kidding all that much. Or maybe he was, and I was just a bit too upset to catch the subtle sarcasm.
Whatever the case may be, I wanted to tell him that I'd work on that dual cure for AIDS/cancer in my spare time, and find a way to effectively make stem cells so that everyone is happy, researchers and psycho-catholics alike. While, or course, I'm campaigning for president.
But yeah. A few days ago I casually mentioned, in passing at dinner, that I might be considering not taking AP english next year. From my parents' reaction...I thought that I might actually have this go smoothly, because they didn't seem to react all that much. Aha...was I wrong. Tonight, I was washing dishes after dinner, because the dishwasher was already running, and Kyle had made dinner. I was almost done, and was perfectly ready to call Jon, because he had called whilst my hands were a soapy mess, and I had to finish the dishes before calling him back. But I just had the coffee pot left to do, when my dad starts in with "So what's this with you might not take AP english? It can't be that bad, can it? What's the big deal?" So I told him how when I went for my interview with Mrs. McGuirk and I took my writting sample, which was a 95, by the way, and she said "I wouldn't have given you an A on that, at the AP level anyway." Which is all fine and good, and perfectly understandible.
What was getting to me was my dad and how he wasn't accepting that AP english isn't a class where you simply try really hard and you get an A. Oh no. Not even that, but he wasn't getting the fact that my grade in that class could very well be a C, as is the average for the first quarter of AP english. His reasoning? "When have you ever been average? Aren't you above average in every other class? Don't you feel you're up to the challenge?" I don't know...he just wasn't listening, I felt. It didn't help that I was starting to get a little choked up during this, because neither of them were understanding that I don't want to take this class.
I probably will. I know it's going to happen. Mrs. McGuirk told me that I should reconsider taking it, because I want to major in something math or science-related in college, so I shouldn't be focusing so much on english. Julia echoes this. Even so, I'll probably end up taking the class. It's expected, almost as if there was never any doubt that I would. And I absolutely hate that.
From the beginning, I never planned on taking AP english. Since sophomore year, talking to Bridgette, she told me that they suggest you take no more than two AP classes per year. So I thought I was all set. This was before I knew latin IV was even an AP class. I figured, "Oh, AP physics and AP calculus, guess AP english is out of the question." Oh no, fuck that. New this year...no more AP physics and calculus. Forget U.S. history was ever an AP class. All that's left...AP english and latin IV. I am teh screwed.
But yeah. After asking what the big deal was with AP english, my dad suggested I go into politics, run for president and rid the government of corruption. And I don't think he was kidding all that much. Or maybe he was, and I was just a bit too upset to catch the subtle sarcasm.
Whatever the case may be, I wanted to tell him that I'd work on that dual cure for AIDS/cancer in my spare time, and find a way to effectively make stem cells so that everyone is happy, researchers and psycho-catholics alike. While, or course, I'm campaigning for president.