Calluses to Failure - the sad life of high school

I think I finally realized what a blog is for. It's to complain about life to people you don't know but are willing to listen anyways. (You people are listening, right? or is that "Followers" list just some squares of random pictures?) :D

(On the other hand, complaining to people you don't know might come back and bite you one day. Hanini knows all about that. *semi-glare.*)

I'm doing my math homework right now, and I'm on the seventh problem out of 30. I already skipped three problems because I don't know how to do it. Honestly, how do people understand calculus? It's demoralizing.

Today our math teacher passed back the test we took last week. You know how some teachers post everyone's grades in the class? (well, lots of teachers at my school do. They post a printout of everyone's grades and posts it in the classroom so everyone would know what their grade currently is.) Well, I look at that list and I have the lowest test score in the entire class. How do people get As in there??? Oh, and my grade was a 43%.

The sad part? I don't have a problem with it anymore. I'm already used to failing in that class. You remember the days when you would cry over a B? Those days are long gone for me...My highest grade all year was like a 76%. Calculus just isn't for me, I guess. Sometimes when I don't know how to do a problem at all I just write pitiful stuff like "donut" as the answer. This time I wrote "This test is like watching a train derailment in slow motion." My teacher drew a happy face next to that. He's a good natured, humorous guy, so thats why I dare write such stuff on my tests. If I'm failing, might as well fail with a little style. :D Oh, for that matter, I need a REALLY good April Fools prank for him. Any ideas?????

So then right after Calculus there's Physics class for me. Usually I do a little better with Physics, but this time I forgot to study for the test and, well, failed. With the curve, I got a 59%. (Why am I telling all of you this? You're probably losing any respect you ever had for me...assuming you had any in the first place.)

After lunch, we had a map quiz in history where we had to identify countries of Europe in pre and post WWII. (You know how the map of Europe has a bunch of little obscure countries and regions, and they change every few decades. It's annoying.) 20 questions, I got maybe 10?

1) I cannot wait for spring break.
2) I cannot wait for summer.
3) I am scared of being rejected by colleges that have already rejected me. (Yes, if you get accepted into college in March, but then your grades slip in the last few months, colleges have the right to re-reject you in June or July if they feel like (bad word)ing with your life.)

It's sad when you're already used to failing so often. Heck, maybe I should post up some of my tests from my AP Chemistry class last year. THAT class was fun. The teacher was also really good natured, so I wrote a lot of humorous BS on my tests too. "Why is an atom do something or other?" "Because God made it that way." Sodium and Zinc or something and something: Na + Z times the sqrt of -1 = NaZi. It goes downhill from there. I drew random Pokemon on some pages of the test, other tests I drew fail objects like DVD rewinders and road signs that say "Dead End""No U Turn." and that kinda stuff. "Why is a 2nd order reaction slower than a 1st order reaction?" or some question like that. "Because by the time you eat your second order of hamburgers you are already somewhat full and it takes you longer to eat it. The first order, you are still hungry and so you will eat faster." My grades in that class were somewhat bipolar; my highest was an 85/90, my lowest was 15/90. "Question about some lab experiment testing freezing point depression with salt and sugar" "If I had salt and sugar I'd cook something yummy with it, not do lab tests with it." Silver Iodide, AgI, by commutative property = AIg = corrupt insurance company. Needless to say, my teacher will not forget about me for a very long time. I answered all the questions I remotely knew, but had some fun with the ones I had absolutely no clue on. But for some scary reason, I still managed a B in that class...

But in so many other places, failure's already become a sad part of my routine that I don't even take it seriously anymore. Seriously though, isn't that a problem?