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[May. 27th, 2007|08:03 pm] |
Last week was one of the worst weeks. Of my life.
Tuesday. Religion class. Mary Trank. Vocab Test. Complete bullshit, but whatever. I actually studied and shit. I made notecards and everything, it was above my normal school capabilities, idk. I get to class, all pumped because I think I'm going to ace this shit, but it didn't go that way. I have at least 4 blank, and I'm like WTF? So then I say to myself, yeah fuck that, I want this 100. I take the notecards I made out of my pocket and start fishing for answers. It's taking WAY too long, and I'm like oh shit... how will I get out of this one. I never think for a second that I could have squeaked out of this one with a 38 or 39 out of 43. Ms. Mary sees me, gets up, goes to my desk before I can shove the cards in my pocket, and promptly yells STAND UP! What am I supposed to do? I get up, the cards spill all over te floor, and she is like are you kidding me? So stupid! She picks them all up and takes my test. She walks back to her desk saying shit like you're in so much trouble. I sit at my desk and all I think about is what the fuck is wrong with me, and, whatever fuck this I don't care anymore. My apathy for school reached a high point during this moment. Next period I go to Spanish, it slowly leaks through my class that it happened to me, that I got caught cheating. Mr. Santonello goes to the door and asks for me, and I go with him to his office. Ms. Trank is in there when I go to sit down. He goes into douchebag mode saying you know it's rude to sit down in somebody's office when they haven't given you permission, right? I say sorry and get up, then he grants his holy permission to let me sit the fuck down. He begins by handing me the school handbook and having me the section about academic dishonesty, bunch of BS. I could have: failed Religion for the marking period, had a meeting with my parents and Santonello, gotten suspended, or gotten expelled. He then asks me a bunch of scare tactic questions such as do you like CBA? where would you go if you left this school? Then he goes on to say no catholic high school would take you and no college would want you blah blah blah. I'm sitting there about to shit my pants because I have no idea what will happen. I fully comply with everything, admitting to the fact that I cheated and even wrote a statement about it. I signed and dated it and gave it back to him. I felt like it with a death certificate. Now I;m documented in CBA as a cheater. He tells me to compose myself and go back to class. I stand in the bathroom for a good 5-7 minutes before returning to Spanish. After brushing off questions from other kids asking what happened? what happened?, Santonello comes back and pulls me out of the room. Outside the class he tells me my parents have to write a letter to him stating that they are aware I cheated and that would be all. I felt a huge weight come off my back, but I knew I was still fucked. I got a 0 on the test, and my parents freaked about the test. Actually, my dad did. Since he fucked up in school, he has wanted me to excel to the best of my abilities, which I haven't done at all. SO he went ballistic. It was pretty shittastic. It's been on and off with my parents, between them being nonchalant about what happened and then all of a sudden hating me. This Memorial Day weekend could have been fun, but all I could do was go to Six Flags for Physics. At least I'll get the extra credit, I need all I can get at this point. I should pass religion for the marking period, but my grade is fucked anyway. So that's the whole story, start to finish. Now you know.
As for the whole week in general, the work has been packing on like a mother fucker, finals are next week, SAT Physics and US History are this Saturday, and I am SO screwed. I don't even give a shit anymore, I'll end up at some sub-standard college at this point, but I just don't care. It's pretty bad. And my dad thinks that I could easily do all of this and get 100s or whatever, but he's as clueless as fuck. Whatever I'm done ranting. |
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