May 10, 2008 14:49
I need a reason to keep working on my GED classes. I keep fucking trying and trying and its doing little good. Sure, I want to get my GED, but right now that isn't reason enough.
I've finished with the online class and just finished taking the post-test on it, but its not good enough. Sure, I improved my score by 130 points, but its not enough. I need to be able to score at least 450-500...they prefer 500...before I can have any hope of passing the the real pretest. I scored a 440 and that was mostly from lots of guessing. I couldn't even remember the stuff I worked on last week. I started taking the damn test Thursday...got through 20 questions before I was in a state of frustrated rage, complete with screaming and throwing things. I planned on looking over my notes today before I picked it back up, but I couldn't. Just looking at that jumble of letters, numbers, and formulas was enough to almost set me off. What the hell am I going to do?
I'll be lucky if I don't get kicked out of the class. I have to meet a minimum of 3 hours a week...I'm at maybe an hour. I don't know what I'm going to do for the next 2 hours. Sure, I could go back through the lessons, retaking all the tests/quizzes, but I don't see how it will help if work from last week didn't stick. I've done ok in the classes, by the school's standards (not good enough for me, though), but that's on the chapter tests. I had the same problem in school, I'd do ok on the work and chapter tests, but when it came to tests that covered multiple chapters, I was fucked. I could never remember much of anything.
I still wonder if a real class setting would do me any good, but its pointless for me to think about it. Maybe it could help, it would force me to keep my shit together and not slip into rages (yeah, the angry frustration would be there and make things harder for me), maybe I could get help when I'm having trouble without feeling like a burden or feeling embarrassed by my stupidity with the people that matter. I still don't drive...still want my license, but, as usual, I can't have the things I want that could make things better, which means bumming rides from people who don't have the time or money.
class,
frustration