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Because I won't give my dad the school's number,
so he can bug them about my GPA.
Yeah, my GPA used to be above a 3.0 when I lived in California,
then when I came out here, because they grade crap differently out here,
it dropped below the 3.0 line.
Not that far, mind you...
but JUST low enough that I can't apply to most college scholarhips.
And my dad's convinced that my school will actually do something about that.
Yeah... bull s**t.
They couldn't even tell me the name of the teacher I had to go to so I could pay my senior dues in order to graduate.
What the hell does he think they're going to do about my GPA problem,
especially with two weeks of school left.
If his complaint gets past their b***h of a secretary's desk, I'll be surprised.
She'll probably lose it... on purpose. D:
I don't think he understands.
My mom and I have been fighting with this school since we moved here.
They're impossible to deal with.
THEY DON'T GIVE A s**t, as long as they get their money out of you!
And anyone there who does actually care about the students,
isn't high enough on the education food chain to actually do anything about it.
To be perfectly honest, I don't give a crap anymore. I'm through.
In a few weeks, I won't have to deal with these people again.
Until then, I have more important things to worry about than fighting with them,
such as my exams that are coming up.
I can't wait to get out of this school.
I'm not ragging on everyone there, because I've met some nice people while I've been there, staff and students.
But the way they run things sucks.
Then of course, the first thing my dad asks me is what could I have done to make my GPA higher.
Excuse me? I had a ******** 3.0 until I came here!
And I haven't had anything but A's and B's in my classes since I started at this school!
The school dropped my GPA. That had nothing to do with what I've done.
Yeah, thanks for not only digging up the fact that I can't apply to scholarships because I'm less than a point below a B average, AGAIN, but blaming it on me while he's at it.
It took my mom forever to get me to stop beating myself up over that in the first place, and to get it in my head that it was the school that did it, and not me.
I spent a long time trying to figure out how I could move to a school where the classes were ten times easier than what I was taking at my old school,
where everything that I've done, I've already learned...
and despite all that, have my total GPA drop like it did.
Most of the "normal" classes I took in California
count as "honors" classes out here, for crying out loud!
Then when I told him I wasn't going to let him call the school and start s**t with them,
he went on some rant about how I was so NEGATIVE,
and said something along the lines of "well, what if I decided tomorrow that I couldn't handle the people I work with anymore, and just stopped going to work?"
Yeah that's typical of him. He has to drag his job into everything.
For one thing, that's like comparing apples and oranges.
He's a manager. When he wants something done at work, it happens. No questions asked.
I, on the other hand, am a high school student.
I don't have the power to walk up to these people and tell them what to do.
So what the hell does he want me to do?
I don't want either of my parents raising hell with the school. THEY don't have to go there every day.
Those people are bitchy enough to me as it is. I'd rather not have my dad make it worse.
And that's why I'm a pessimist,
that's not going to get anywhere in life as long as I have this attitude about things.
Believe me, when I actually HAVE authority,
I won't hesitate to use it. But right now, I don't have any to use.
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Yeah, that ended my really bad Friday.
I don't know what it was about yesterday, that had me wanting to snap at everybody.
Like the incident with one of my friends in my English class.
He's one of the nicest people I've ever met, but he's shy as all heck.
And now I see why.
We were going over grammar, and every time he asked the teacher a question,
this group of girls had to ******** give him an attitude.
Then proceed to talk about him like he wasn't sitting right there.
Because, God forbid he asks a question about grammar, in ENGLISH class.
And our English teacher doesn't have the ability to be mean to people. She just doesn't. So there was only so much she could do to take control of the situation.
And damn me and my preference to avoid conflict,
even when I'm pissed off. XD
Then to top it all off, my boyfriend called me last night,
then proceeded to play video games and not actually talk.
I ended up telling him that I needed to get off and do laundry.
I'm sorry, I can understand if I called him, and he was in the middle of something,
but if he's focused on his game, he could at least wait until AFTERWARD to call.
I like video games as much as the next person,
but I don't want to sit there and listen to one play in the background for an hour.
I'm so glad it Saturday.
I get to go to the mall with a friend of mine, and get some good wind-down time.
 Ophrysia · Sat May 03, 2008 @ 04:14pm · 0 Comments |
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