This day will go straight through purgatory to hell
Let's see...I'd like to first start out by apologizing to anyone I encountered today on my rampage and however I affected them. I was merely not myself and should have let my anger out in a more productive manner. However, I believe I had good reason to be angry...**Cracks Knuckles** Now, where to begin.
Preface: Mrs. Carey assigns an assignment on Feminism on Wednesday. The instructions are as follows: Define what Feminism means to you, interview another person and record what they thought about feminism, and compare your definition with theirs. I, however was absent on Wednesday due to a doctors appointment for my shoulder. I was in class on Thursday, however, Mrs. Carey was not. She had Jury duty. Why a teacher would sign up for jury duty during the school year is beyond me, but that is her choice. I did not see the assignment on the board for whatever reason. Mainly because I didn't look because we never have homework in the class and because as soon as the class started, we got into a circle for a group discussion. Thursday night a friend asks me if I did the assignment. Trying to be good student I decided to do it. I find my definition of feminism (not knowing it was supposed to be in my own words) and put that on a sheet of paper. I also interviewed Kellen, put on the paper that he had the exact same definition as I did and that there was no comparison between the two because they were the same.
Ok, Modernism starts off today with a rant from Mrs. Carey. She claims that her other two classes were harsh and cruel to feminists.
Dear Mrs. Carey,
If you are going to assign homework that has to do with personal opinions you bind yourself to the following two restrictions:
a) No one is EVER wrong. It is there opinion. Their minds can be changed later on, but what feminism is and what they believe feminism to be are two completely different things.
and
b) You have to refuse to be shocked when one of your little minions disobey your wishes and actually writes what they feel. People think in unorthodox ways. People do unorthodox things. PEOPLE ARE ALLOWED TO HAVE THEIR OWN OPINIONS.
So then she begins to rant about how we are little cry babies and argue every point so she is going to refuse to talk to us about our grades any more. I admit that people do have a tendency to argue their grades in that class a lot. I have done it all of....oh wait I think once...but anywho.
Dear Mrs. Carey,
a) People wouldn't argue their grades if there was nothing to argue about. I'm not suggesting that you give everyone 100s on everything. I do not want you to give me 100s on everything. I want to earn my grade. In order to be affective teacher, you must be a consistent grader. You, Mrs. Carey, are not consistent at much, whether it be remembering when papers are due, what assignments should be collected and graded, how papers should be graded or your personality in class which has a tendency to switch from evil to clownish in a split second.
b) Arguing grades with people is part of being a teacher. Deal with it. Kids are going to argue their grades. Especially kids that care. If you can't back up why you gave a kid his/her grade, then they obviously deserve a different grade.
Back to the story...So she handed back the assignment. At the top of my paper was 10/10, but crossed off. Right next to it was a 0/10. At the bottom of my paper was a note along these lines, "Just because this is modernism does not give you the right to not take your homework seriously and just because this is second semester, does not give you the right to slack off."
Dear Mrs. Carey,
If I were going to slack off, I wouldn't have done the assignment at all... and I would like to know how I received a 10/10 at first and then the grade was brought down to a 0/10. Actually, I'd like a medal because this whole situation was pretty impressive to me. I was able to do my homework, answer ALL of the questions to what I believed to be their fullest extent and still managed to get a 0. People who either don't do their hw or hand in a blank piece of paper get a 0. Not the people that do their hw.
Oh and by the way, Mrs. Carey, you claim that I have been absent a lot...I bet there are just as many days that you have not been in class that I have been there. And another thing, try showing up to class on time more often, it sets a better precedent for you class.
So I approached her after class. Mrs. Carey, "I know you don't want to talk about grades, but I wasn't here when you assigned this assignment, and nor were you here the next day." Her response, "it was up on the board, you should've seen it." "I didn't notice it and it wasn't until Thursday night that I got the assignment" "That's not my fault" (trying to control my anger I return to my desk) I ask calmly, "Which would you rather I had done, not do the assignment and ask you about it Friday, or try and be a good student and keep pace with the rest of the class" "I would RATHER you have looked up on the board"
As I walked out of the classroom, she was talking to a few fellow classmates. I heard her say, "Those are the types of people that make me really angry." (or something to that affect)
Livid, I stormed out of the classroom, tried to slam the door (that didn't work, they are pressurized and don't slam), went to my locker, and punched it as hard as I could, scaring the crap out of Diane (sorry) who was standing next to my locker at the time. People stared....I stormed off in rage. I was shaking the next period I was so angry. My hand hurts.
So why rant. I don't care that much about the 10 points. Give me a 6 or 7. Maybe that's what I deserve. But I deserve that at the least. Even without the 10 points, that's not the objective of my rant. I want respect. I don't argue someone unless I think I can win and when I do argue I am not rude about it. I want an apology for treating me with disrespect and I would like my grade changed the grade that I deserve.
I talked to my mother about this also. She told me tough shit. You are going to be stuck in situations that SUCK and aren't necessarily fair. THIS situation sucks. You are being stuck up and unfair in my opinion. AND you refuse to talk to me about this, so you have brought this upon yourself.
My day however got better...
I was in the hallway going to my locker before lunch and I walked by Mrs. Carey with Emily by my side. I looked down at my folder as to not create an awkward situation and so I didn't make eye contact. Emily proceeded to shout out, "Look! Mrs. Carey. Don't look at her. Don't make eye contact. Just keep walking." I was angry. She was more consoling in the library though when I was flipping out for like the fiftieth time that day, but then in Physics, during the middle of notes after I asked a question, she blurted out, "Maybe you should pay attention more in class instead of simply slacking off and doing the least work possible to get by." I confronted her later about her actions and she said that she was just kidding about it all and that she was truly sorry for making my day worse.
I think I smiled once today...It was when the lunch lady agreed with me on my situation after she overheard me explaining it to Ganyo (sp?) in the lunch line.
Preface: Mrs. Carey assigns an assignment on Feminism on Wednesday. The instructions are as follows: Define what Feminism means to you, interview another person and record what they thought about feminism, and compare your definition with theirs. I, however was absent on Wednesday due to a doctors appointment for my shoulder. I was in class on Thursday, however, Mrs. Carey was not. She had Jury duty. Why a teacher would sign up for jury duty during the school year is beyond me, but that is her choice. I did not see the assignment on the board for whatever reason. Mainly because I didn't look because we never have homework in the class and because as soon as the class started, we got into a circle for a group discussion. Thursday night a friend asks me if I did the assignment. Trying to be good student I decided to do it. I find my definition of feminism (not knowing it was supposed to be in my own words) and put that on a sheet of paper. I also interviewed Kellen, put on the paper that he had the exact same definition as I did and that there was no comparison between the two because they were the same.
Ok, Modernism starts off today with a rant from Mrs. Carey. She claims that her other two classes were harsh and cruel to feminists.
Dear Mrs. Carey,
If you are going to assign homework that has to do with personal opinions you bind yourself to the following two restrictions:
a) No one is EVER wrong. It is there opinion. Their minds can be changed later on, but what feminism is and what they believe feminism to be are two completely different things.
and
b) You have to refuse to be shocked when one of your little minions disobey your wishes and actually writes what they feel. People think in unorthodox ways. People do unorthodox things. PEOPLE ARE ALLOWED TO HAVE THEIR OWN OPINIONS.
So then she begins to rant about how we are little cry babies and argue every point so she is going to refuse to talk to us about our grades any more. I admit that people do have a tendency to argue their grades in that class a lot. I have done it all of....oh wait I think once...but anywho.
Dear Mrs. Carey,
a) People wouldn't argue their grades if there was nothing to argue about. I'm not suggesting that you give everyone 100s on everything. I do not want you to give me 100s on everything. I want to earn my grade. In order to be affective teacher, you must be a consistent grader. You, Mrs. Carey, are not consistent at much, whether it be remembering when papers are due, what assignments should be collected and graded, how papers should be graded or your personality in class which has a tendency to switch from evil to clownish in a split second.
b) Arguing grades with people is part of being a teacher. Deal with it. Kids are going to argue their grades. Especially kids that care. If you can't back up why you gave a kid his/her grade, then they obviously deserve a different grade.
Back to the story...So she handed back the assignment. At the top of my paper was 10/10, but crossed off. Right next to it was a 0/10. At the bottom of my paper was a note along these lines, "Just because this is modernism does not give you the right to not take your homework seriously and just because this is second semester, does not give you the right to slack off."
Dear Mrs. Carey,
If I were going to slack off, I wouldn't have done the assignment at all... and I would like to know how I received a 10/10 at first and then the grade was brought down to a 0/10. Actually, I'd like a medal because this whole situation was pretty impressive to me. I was able to do my homework, answer ALL of the questions to what I believed to be their fullest extent and still managed to get a 0. People who either don't do their hw or hand in a blank piece of paper get a 0. Not the people that do their hw.
Oh and by the way, Mrs. Carey, you claim that I have been absent a lot...I bet there are just as many days that you have not been in class that I have been there. And another thing, try showing up to class on time more often, it sets a better precedent for you class.
So I approached her after class. Mrs. Carey, "I know you don't want to talk about grades, but I wasn't here when you assigned this assignment, and nor were you here the next day." Her response, "it was up on the board, you should've seen it." "I didn't notice it and it wasn't until Thursday night that I got the assignment" "That's not my fault" (trying to control my anger I return to my desk) I ask calmly, "Which would you rather I had done, not do the assignment and ask you about it Friday, or try and be a good student and keep pace with the rest of the class" "I would RATHER you have looked up on the board"
As I walked out of the classroom, she was talking to a few fellow classmates. I heard her say, "Those are the types of people that make me really angry." (or something to that affect)
Livid, I stormed out of the classroom, tried to slam the door (that didn't work, they are pressurized and don't slam), went to my locker, and punched it as hard as I could, scaring the crap out of Diane (sorry) who was standing next to my locker at the time. People stared....I stormed off in rage. I was shaking the next period I was so angry. My hand hurts.
So why rant. I don't care that much about the 10 points. Give me a 6 or 7. Maybe that's what I deserve. But I deserve that at the least. Even without the 10 points, that's not the objective of my rant. I want respect. I don't argue someone unless I think I can win and when I do argue I am not rude about it. I want an apology for treating me with disrespect and I would like my grade changed the grade that I deserve.
I talked to my mother about this also. She told me tough shit. You are going to be stuck in situations that SUCK and aren't necessarily fair. THIS situation sucks. You are being stuck up and unfair in my opinion. AND you refuse to talk to me about this, so you have brought this upon yourself.
My day however got better...
I was in the hallway going to my locker before lunch and I walked by Mrs. Carey with Emily by my side. I looked down at my folder as to not create an awkward situation and so I didn't make eye contact. Emily proceeded to shout out, "Look! Mrs. Carey. Don't look at her. Don't make eye contact. Just keep walking." I was angry. She was more consoling in the library though when I was flipping out for like the fiftieth time that day, but then in Physics, during the middle of notes after I asked a question, she blurted out, "Maybe you should pay attention more in class instead of simply slacking off and doing the least work possible to get by." I confronted her later about her actions and she said that she was just kidding about it all and that she was truly sorry for making my day worse.
I think I smiled once today...It was when the lunch lady agreed with me on my situation after she overheard me explaining it to Ganyo (sp?) in the lunch line.