What difference does it make?
AP Scores
Chemistry: 5
Macroeconomics: 3
English Literature/Composition: 5
US Government/Politics: 4
Calculus AB: 5
Yeah, fuck economics. I hate that subject so much it's not even funny. Like, I'll read the chapter and do all the work, etcetc, but at the end of it all, I will have NO IDEA what's going on. Not to mention our teacher was a douchebag supreme. As a running joke, whenever he mentioned Reagan, my friend and I'd go, "Yeah, Reagan was magical. He was made of rainbows, invented the internet, and shat ponies." ...What an asshole.
Basically, I 5'd everything that matters. And so at orientation at the end of the month, I won't have to take a chemistry or a math placement exam. YEAH.
The End?
OH NO WAIT. Okay, so the job hunt has been fairly unsuccessful, buuuuut I went to VONS to talk to the recruiter lady (who happens to live across the street from me) and the entire occurrence went a bit like this:
Me: *sits awkwardly in break room*
RecruiterLadyCandace: I'd hire you right on the spot...
Me: *is hopeful* :D
RecruiterLadyCandace: ...but you're not 18.
Me: DAMN THE WOOOOOOORLD
RecruiterLadyCandace: You'll have to come in Saturday at 12 to talk to me and the store manager Steve.
So we'll see how that goes. Cross your fingers.
Chemistry: 5
Macroeconomics: 3
English Literature/Composition: 5
US Government/Politics: 4
Calculus AB: 5
Yeah, fuck economics. I hate that subject so much it's not even funny. Like, I'll read the chapter and do all the work, etcetc, but at the end of it all, I will have NO IDEA what's going on. Not to mention our teacher was a douchebag supreme. As a running joke, whenever he mentioned Reagan, my friend and I'd go, "Yeah, Reagan was magical. He was made of rainbows, invented the internet, and shat ponies." ...What an asshole.
Basically, I 5'd everything that matters. And so at orientation at the end of the month, I won't have to take a chemistry or a math placement exam. YEAH.
The End?
OH NO WAIT. Okay, so the job hunt has been fairly unsuccessful, buuuuut I went to VONS to talk to the recruiter lady (who happens to live across the street from me) and the entire occurrence went a bit like this:
Me: *sits awkwardly in break room*
RecruiterLadyCandace: I'd hire you right on the spot...
Me: *is hopeful* :D
RecruiterLadyCandace: ...but you're not 18.
Me: DAMN THE WOOOOOOORLD
RecruiterLadyCandace: You'll have to come in Saturday at 12 to talk to me and the store manager Steve.
So we'll see how that goes. Cross your fingers.