Wiilio

...and I don't like it.

Not...
one...
bit.

I really don't like writing things like this, but it's killing me from the inside out.

How much can one person fail? Apparently, I'm aiming to find out.

School is pretty sucky right now. It's two classes: chemistry and American studies.

As far as chemistry goes, the teacher's just... bad. Unfortunately, I have to take the consequences. As do all of my classmates. It's just that, somehow, the majority of them are taking it better. Basically what happened was this:
I was placed in AP chemistry when I first started. However, I had no chemistry background. None. At all. But I figured they knew what they were doing, so I gave it a shot.
They didn't.
I ended up having somewhere around a D in the class by the end of the first six weeks. The teacher was great, don't get me wrong, but she was just moving too fast. It wasn't her fault; it WAS an AP course. She asked to meet with me, being concerned about how I was doing. We both agreed I needed to move down. So I end up in general chemistry. Fine, I thought. Now I'll be able to catch up.
Wrong.
I get switched into the class on a Friday. It's just my luck that they have a quiz. I still have to take it. I had no idea what they were doing. I make a 14%. I've never had that bad a grade before in my life. The next week, I get sick with swine flu. By the time I'm back (a week later), they're halfway through a new lesson. I missed the basics, and then I'm expected to be able to do things with application. That shit doesn't work. I review on my own, sure, but that's nothing compared to being taught. Then a new lesson starts, and I do fairly well (BECAUSE I WAS THERE FOR THE BEGINNING). End of trimester exam rolls around, and I get a B-. That gives me a C+ for the course. Considering my circumstances, I think that's pretty damn good. But the teacher is now having me meet with her two times a week for "study sessions". When I first got the e-mail, I just thought, fine, now I'll get help with what I'm having trouble with.
Nope.
I get there for my first day, and she tells me to go sit down and study, and report back to her telling her what I "accomplished".
What kind of bullshit is that? If you're going to make me go all the way to your office and stay there for an hour, you had better be doing something to help me.
I "accomplished" the making of my trade thread. I hope you all enjoy it.

For American studies (it's basically a mix of literature and history)... I actually didn't know I sucked at it. I thought I was doing fairly well. Then towards the end of last trimester and the beginning of this trimester, I realized something: I can't analyze a story. I just... can't. And I don't think this is one of those things that you can just "learn". You either have it or you don't.
I don't.
There's basically a certain amount of bullshitting you can do before you just... fail.

Then there's my personal life, but I won't get into that.

I dunno... I guess I'm not really expecting people to read all of this. I just wanted to get it out of my head.

Sorry it's not one of my happy-go-lucky blog entries. Maybe the next one will be better.