So, I'm back at the government institution that sucks the living soul out of my body every time I walk in the doors.
Well. That might be a little dramatic......
Nah.
I'm thinking that starting your semester with tears isn't the best way to start off. The first class this morning was fine. I didn't appreciate the fact that I had to carry about 40 pounds of stuff around; but my tech class was ok. It seems like it'll be boring with a good amount of homework. Which is fine. Dance seems like a lot of homework too, but I like the fact that I'm moving again... and it's TWO days a week! Which means that I'm going to shed these extra 10 pounds, which is a good thing. Then today I had a meeting for my theater club. I was promoted to president, woohoo. All it means is that no one is volunteering for any positions in the club, and people are dropping like flies. So I'm left to pick up the slack. muchos fun.
The worst part of the day was my math class. Now when I signed up for it, I was told that the teacher was a bit dry, so I thought I had adequate warning. But nothing could have warned me for this woman. I went into the classroom, and she had name-cards on the desk. And we needed to write our names on both sides, so she could see them if she walked up and down the aisles. (um - she didn't) We took an 'evaluation' test first thing, for which of course I panicked, and since she went over the answers immediately after, I realized how badly I did. And it was because the test was the first thing... if I had taken the test at the end of class, I would have been absolutely fine. The teacher is awful. She made me feel like I was back in middle school again. Which I think is the worst thing you can probably say about a teacher. The class started at 2, and by 3 I was fighting back tears, and by 3:30 I was counting down the minutes until I could get out of there.
So now I have my ASL class to look forward to. I've forgotten most of the stuff that we learned from last semester, but I think I'll be able to remember it pretty quickly. Hopefully.
2 comments:
You might be a *bit* dramatic... Just a li'l bit. Li'l bitty bit. ;)YAY YOU'RE PRESIDENT! FINALLY!
and your math class... well... this is for encouragement, so don't take it the wrong way! I think it's mostly your math anxiety kicking in. Don't worry about it too much. Bad teachers are bound to pop up here and there, and I tend to associate them with mathematics. Plus, (this just occured to me) a bad teacher in a subject you already dislike might be better than one in a subject you like, thereby ruining your like of that subject. The teacher can't actually do anything to you except make you feel bad about math.. so don't let her! FIGHT THE ESTABLISHMENT! (Figuratively speaking. I do not want to hear of your punching your math teacher. :D)
I love you! <3
Well, yes, private schools are superior :-)
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