A well-deserved rant :)
Astoundingly enough, I find I haven't reported on my schedule in this thing. Given that it provides me with ample opportunities for bitching, this is shocking! So here you go.
The fucking monkeys down in guidance COMPLETELY botched this. I don't just mean a little error here and there--this thing is fucked and completely not what I asked for. How fucked? They gave me Spanish. High fucking Level Spanish.
Yes. Cat, in Spanish class! I HAVE NEVER TAKEN A DAY OF SPANISH IN MY LIFE, YOU BLOODY MORONS! I'm not even fucking allowed to take Spanish! I don't meet the requirements for it! How can you be so colossally stupid as to make such an error? After I went to all those goddamn meetings and repeated several times "I'm taking high level French". After Helen Golibart--that's the coordinator--handed me my "this will most likely be your schedule" schedule, which clearly stated, in big black letters, "High Level French". Godddamn morons.
But that's not all! While it is the worst of it (I mean, seriously, Spanish?) there is certainly more. They gave me visual arts. No. This is wrong. I'm taking US history, so that I don't get slammed with four IB tests and an AP test in my senior year. I discussed this. I wrote it down. Other people wrote it down! It was established that I was taking US history this year and visual arts the next.
Evidently, someone forgot to inform the shitheads over in guidance, who put me in FUCKING VISUAL ARTS after I explicitly stated, on several different occasions, that I was not, in fact, taking visual arts this year. Jesus Christ.
Oh, and they gave me two study halls on A Days and none on B Days. That would be really fucking fantastic.
Absurd. Administration is just fucking ridiculous. So I emailed Helen Golibart, who said she would "take care of it", though I haven't since received any word. The part that bothers me the most is that because of this, they sent me work for the wrong classes. Oh, sure, I got my history and English assignments, but god forbid I have anything to do for US history or French, because I'll have THREE DAYS to do it. And that's assuming I hear back from Helen today and that she tells me what my work for AP US is.
Goddamn! Shit like this makes me mad because there's nothing I can do to control it. Fucking people. If this fucks up the rest of my life, I'm totally holding them responsible.
(Ok, so that last part was a little overdramatic. I haven't bitched in a while--cut me some slack, people).
So that's that on the academic end of things. Otherwise, I'm not especially worried for the school year, except for getting up early. I'm expecting to go to bed around 8:30 or so, that I may rise at SIX IN THE MORNING every fucking day. By the end of the year, that'll probably be more like 6:30, but the principle of the matter is there. Getting up early is a bitch, particularly in the wintertime when you're nice and warm in your bed but the rest of your house is FUCKING FREEZING. Always pleasant, that.
And I'm not as bitchy as I sound, honestly. I'm actually having quite a good day! And I'm very happy right now, mostly because I got to rant about that scheduling fiasco. Mmm, ranting. I've had quite a good time, also, keeping up with Phil and Ben, who are informing me generally of how boring college is at present. I'm fairly certain that will change within the next...day, or so. I do enjoy writing them emails, though, provided I get some back. Goddamn, do I love writing letters to people.
I'm planning to start walking. I really fucking hate running with a passion, but I certainly can't remain as grossly out of shape as I am at present. So walking it is. Rah. I believe that's all! Go download some comedy by David Cross; good stuff.
Peace, love, and shaggy hair--
Cat
The fucking monkeys down in guidance COMPLETELY botched this. I don't just mean a little error here and there--this thing is fucked and completely not what I asked for. How fucked? They gave me Spanish. High fucking Level Spanish.
Yes. Cat, in Spanish class! I HAVE NEVER TAKEN A DAY OF SPANISH IN MY LIFE, YOU BLOODY MORONS! I'm not even fucking allowed to take Spanish! I don't meet the requirements for it! How can you be so colossally stupid as to make such an error? After I went to all those goddamn meetings and repeated several times "I'm taking high level French". After Helen Golibart--that's the coordinator--handed me my "this will most likely be your schedule" schedule, which clearly stated, in big black letters, "High Level French". Godddamn morons.
But that's not all! While it is the worst of it (I mean, seriously, Spanish?) there is certainly more. They gave me visual arts. No. This is wrong. I'm taking US history, so that I don't get slammed with four IB tests and an AP test in my senior year. I discussed this. I wrote it down. Other people wrote it down! It was established that I was taking US history this year and visual arts the next.
Evidently, someone forgot to inform the shitheads over in guidance, who put me in FUCKING VISUAL ARTS after I explicitly stated, on several different occasions, that I was not, in fact, taking visual arts this year. Jesus Christ.
Oh, and they gave me two study halls on A Days and none on B Days. That would be really fucking fantastic.
Absurd. Administration is just fucking ridiculous. So I emailed Helen Golibart, who said she would "take care of it", though I haven't since received any word. The part that bothers me the most is that because of this, they sent me work for the wrong classes. Oh, sure, I got my history and English assignments, but god forbid I have anything to do for US history or French, because I'll have THREE DAYS to do it. And that's assuming I hear back from Helen today and that she tells me what my work for AP US is.
Goddamn! Shit like this makes me mad because there's nothing I can do to control it. Fucking people. If this fucks up the rest of my life, I'm totally holding them responsible.
(Ok, so that last part was a little overdramatic. I haven't bitched in a while--cut me some slack, people).
So that's that on the academic end of things. Otherwise, I'm not especially worried for the school year, except for getting up early. I'm expecting to go to bed around 8:30 or so, that I may rise at SIX IN THE MORNING every fucking day. By the end of the year, that'll probably be more like 6:30, but the principle of the matter is there. Getting up early is a bitch, particularly in the wintertime when you're nice and warm in your bed but the rest of your house is FUCKING FREEZING. Always pleasant, that.
And I'm not as bitchy as I sound, honestly. I'm actually having quite a good day! And I'm very happy right now, mostly because I got to rant about that scheduling fiasco. Mmm, ranting. I've had quite a good time, also, keeping up with Phil and Ben, who are informing me generally of how boring college is at present. I'm fairly certain that will change within the next...day, or so. I do enjoy writing them emails, though, provided I get some back. Goddamn, do I love writing letters to people.
I'm planning to start walking. I really fucking hate running with a passion, but I certainly can't remain as grossly out of shape as I am at present. So walking it is. Rah. I believe that's all! Go download some comedy by David Cross; good stuff.
Peace, love, and shaggy hair--
Cat