midterm grades = fucking disaster
So much shit lately ... I've avoided writing about it and I think I can put it off for one more day, because I have an update about the grades/parents situation that needs to go in here. So the other day, as you know, my dad called, bitched at me about my grades, and then made me cry. He demanded I give him the e-mails of my Calculus teacher, my Psychology teacher, and my Music Theory teacher (who is also my academic advisor). This is what he e-mailed to them. My favourite parts are in bold. Jesus Christ.
So anyway, he forwarded that to me, as if I need to know exactly what he e-mailed to my fucking teachers. Then today (and here's the kicker), he forwarded me the e-mails that two of my teachers sent back. This is the e-mail we got back from my Music Theory teacher, which is such a nonissue and is actually kind of nice.
But then there's the one from my math teacher, and let me break it down for you. The first paragraph is basically where all the good shit is. The first two sentences are the good part. They are as follows: "Thank you for your concern in Michelle's progress in Applied Calculus. Due to the Buckley Amendment, I cannot discuss the details of Michelle's grades without her permission." So I'm thinking, fuck yeah! Go moron!! This is great!!! But then I read the NEXT sentence:
"However, I will speak to Michelle tommorrow about her status in the class."
Noooo!! He can't talk to me! How creepy! He's stalking me and I've done a damn fucking good job of staying away from him and avoiding actually speaking to him face to face for the whole fucking semester and now I have to!!!! What is this shit!!!!??? God, and I swear ... there will be no office visit. If he wants to talk to me about anything he can do it after class, and completely after class. Either that or I'm bringing Martha, Abbie, Brent, AND Eric with me when I go to his office. Cuz there's no way in fuck I'm going alone. God though!! "I will speak to Michelle tommorrow about her status in the class." TOMORROW!! As in Wednesday!!! Arrggg!!! But I'm done. Hopefully tomorrow I'll have time to write about what's going down with Eric-and-Martha. Nite. :9
P.S. Here's the full e-mail from my math teacher. But I've really shown you all you need to see. Fucking b.
So anyway, he forwarded that to me, as if I need to know exactly what he e-mailed to my fucking teachers. Then today (and here's the kicker), he forwarded me the e-mails that two of my teachers sent back. This is the e-mail we got back from my Music Theory teacher, which is such a nonissue and is actually kind of nice.
But then there's the one from my math teacher, and let me break it down for you. The first paragraph is basically where all the good shit is. The first two sentences are the good part. They are as follows: "Thank you for your concern in Michelle's progress in Applied Calculus. Due to the Buckley Amendment, I cannot discuss the details of Michelle's grades without her permission." So I'm thinking, fuck yeah! Go moron!! This is great!!! But then I read the NEXT sentence:
"However, I will speak to Michelle tommorrow about her status in the class."
Noooo!! He can't talk to me! How creepy! He's stalking me and I've done a damn fucking good job of staying away from him and avoiding actually speaking to him face to face for the whole fucking semester and now I have to!!!! What is this shit!!!!??? God, and I swear ... there will be no office visit. If he wants to talk to me about anything he can do it after class, and completely after class. Either that or I'm bringing Martha, Abbie, Brent, AND Eric with me when I go to his office. Cuz there's no way in fuck I'm going alone. God though!! "I will speak to Michelle tommorrow about her status in the class." TOMORROW!! As in Wednesday!!! Arrggg!!! But I'm done. Hopefully tomorrow I'll have time to write about what's going down with Eric-and-Martha. Nite. :9
P.S. Here's the full e-mail from my math teacher. But I've really shown you all you need to see. Fucking b.