I’m Failing….

This post by a person in this thread shows exactly the situation I’m going through, except… it’s high school and I’m going to be rejected from all the colleges… *sigh*
But one of the things I should’ve told Mrs. Oberle and I KNOW that I should have said to her, but was afraid to say so was this advice given by a very intelligent person…honestly though, if there’s a second chance that Mrs. Oberle can give me *hint hint*.. tomorrow*. I’d DEFINITELY take that second chance..

“Not once in my entire career has a student come to me and said, “I’m a good student. I work hard. But I’m in over my head.” I’ve also never had a student say, “I put this off and now I’m backed into a corner,” when it comes to a class deadline. Students *never* take responsibility for the situation – doing so would be a breath of fresh air….So, my advice would be take complete ownership of the situation (“I know this is my responsibility”) express empathy with their position (“I know you’re busy and I know I’m adding to your workload”) and express your intention to work hard (“I’m willing to do whatever it takes to salvage my grade.”). Acknowledge you could have addressed the situation earlier (“I wish I had come to you sooner”) and make a specific suggestion (“I did poorly on my last assignment – could I re-do it? Could I do an additional assignment similar to that one to demonstrate that I understand the material?”)”

I really hope it’s not too late to do that.

Wah.

WAHHH! I don’t think it’s fair that everybody has so much success with grades during finals week, but I never do.
So, Tina got 3 A’s this semester. and 3 B’s.
I think it’s really embarrassing that I work hard, but I never get the results I want. I wanted soooo badly to get an A on my myth final in language arts and get a few extra points for vocab to boost my score to a B-, but I was the only person in the class who ended up with a C. It’s SOOO degrading and… distressing… and … embarassing for me. Just a pity.
And then, there’s bio. I really don’t want to get an F in the class, but how possible will it be to ASK Mrs. Oberle to give me a chance to turn in late homework, after the technically.. “semester” is over? I really don’t want to flunk out of bio, but it looks pretty inevitable right now. I still have 2 unfinished lab reports… I know she tells me to just tell her when I have a late assignment, but what will my excuse be this time?
Then, there’s Spanish. The class that I was so confident that I would get an A in… and now, I’m hanging on to the border with a B-.

Please Lord, if nothing works out, let me get at least one of my prayers of grades answered… (like passing bio and being able to talk to Mrs. Oberle about it……) PLEASE.

HAHAHAHAHA.

Mrs. Smith is so awesome.
so, I never created a “marginal analysis” thing. and guess what….

SHE GAVE ME A 14/15 on it.

HOW AWESOME is THAT?!

haha.
thank you Lord.!

 but.. what sux

is that I have a C+/B- in Spanish right now.

ARUGH.

Oh Lord…

Reminiscing–part I don’t even know how long now. This time, though, should be more rewarding of a thought back to yesteryear. As I was thinking of problems that The Refuge has been undergoing this year, I remembered my first fear upon entering private school–separation of Church and State. Yes–religion was my biggest fear.
Having come from a Christian elementary school, I transfered into the PYLUSD school district in 7th grade. The summer before 7th grade, I had nightmare upon nightmare that I would be sent to the principal’s office for mentioning the word “God” in my speech or praying before lunch, or even (God forbid I forget to read my Bible tonight) reading my Bible on campus. The first few months of school, I was really cautious in all my classes. What if none of my teachers were Christians? How would I survive? I even stopped praying before meals at lunch, just to make sure that I would not be exposed and sent to the office.
However, within a few months, it became clear that nobody cared whether I expressed my beliefs on campus or not! I was relieved… and thus began praying again during the school day. Before the day started, at lunch time, before tests– you name it.
Why did I think of this? I dunno… I just keep remembering little details of my… middle school-hood as I play FreeCell. Perhaps I should stop playing and concentrate on schoolwork again.