I did fantabulous at work last night. Yep, yours truly prepped a whopping 223, One thousand and two envelops in less than 5 hours. Next step, employment!
I did fail a class this semester. I’m still waiting for one more grade to come in but I received a
B in my Intro to Poetry Class
B+ in my Child Development class
B- in my African American Culture class
And an F in my Advanced Fiction Class
My GPA is shot. I wonder will this affect my scholarship. So the goal for the past few days has been to GET IN CONTACT WITH POLLY, my Advanced Fiction Instructor. I can’t imagine why SHE of all people failed me…undeservingly. Sure I was late to class more often than not… sure I exhausted all three of absences. But I called! I turned the work in as consistent as it came to me, as much as possible, and wrote whenever I had the chance. I gotta life outside of Advanced Fiction, shit! Fiction wasn’t my only priority! I had 4 other classes, 5 other projects, 7 papers, four essays AND three oral presentations. I’m fired UP!
So I need to find her number and contest my grade. I sent Polly my last 20-some-odd pages via email and my fear is she doesn’t check her school email address, which would explain why I have the F, if she didn’t receive my work. But I sent it. So now I’m trapped in Limbo, two credit hours from being a junior, which is really presumptuous of me seeing that I’m still waiting on a grade, which could very well be another F…and then I’ll be 6 credit hours from being a junior. Damn. This is too much money to be squandering. Polly is gonna give me my credits damnit, or we will NOT friends!
Tuesday, May 23, 2006
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a dead teacher can't fail you...remember that.
Don't tell the fuzz I told you...
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