So I am starting to really hate people. I over react about anything as it is, but now I cry or scram about anything. You make me mad, I cry then I break things. You make me sad, I break things then I cry. You annoy me, I throw a brick at your face. You get the idea.
I had a huge English project over the book the House on Mango Street. It was worth 170 points. Big Grade. My father refused to take me to the store to get what I needed for the project, which caused some drama itself. We argued about how him buying me things that I need is a privilege and not a right. Any ways, for the project, we had to make a diagram of Mango Street and include ten events in ten different places. For each event/place we had to write a paragraph of what happened and why it is significant. Apparently everyone in my class wrote what happened then put "significance:". Me on the other hand, tried to blend it all in to the paragraph to make it look better and more organized. It was assigned to us on Monday an due the next Monday. I got it done and turned it in Friday morning. I was the only one that made it 3D (one other person did but it was all paper). I used houses form Monopoly and cars from Life. I built a fence out of broken pencils. I used scrapbook paper to make grass and cement for the road. Right in front of each location/event I put the paragraph. It was clear where it belonged and what event it was about.
My teacher decided to give me an F on it because she could not figure out what paragraph belonged where. She tried to say that my trees I had glued on there were not appropriate for the location/event of the 'Four Trees'. She told me that a direct quote I took from the book, in fact was not in the book. After showing her the FIRST SENTENCE of one of the FIRST PARAGRAPHS of the damn book did in fact contain my quote, argues with her about the trees, pointed out that the paragraphs were by the event/location and all you had to do was start reading them to know what they were talking about, my teacher decided that there was more to debate about. She said that I did not include why it was significant in the book just because I didn't take the easy way out and label it directly that it was non existent in my ten separate paragraphs. I asked her to read back through them and see that I did in fact have them. She decided to change some of my points like the quote and picture, but they were only one point each. My original grade was a 75 out of 170. It ended up going up to an 88 out of 170. Wow, a whole thirteen points. Still an F.
I asked her to please go back over it and find all the mistakes that she had made since I pointed so many out to her in less than 7 minutes. She got very defensive and hateful about how my grade is what it needs to be and she made no mistakes it was all me screwing up. Really? Because she was the one that messed up in the first place. Oh really? That quote it non existent? Then why is it right here in the book? Does the book suddenly change because you want it to? She flat out told me that she was not going to give me any more points because I don't deserve them. She said it like I put no effort in to the project at all. I worked with what I had. I spent three straight hours on it in just one night. That is not including the other hours I spent the rest of the time. Taking a whole pack of pencils and breaking them in to the perfect length to hot glue them on for a fence took an hour itself. Not to mention when I finally had it all done, walking to her class three days early to turn it in, I dropped it and had to use Elmer's School Glue as a make-shift quick fix.
I put so much time and effort in to it. I had all the requirements and more in to one little project. She just brushes it off and puts it in the back of her mind. Doesn't think of how it will affect me at all. I had so many problems with my father just trying to make that. It involved a lot of tears and heart ache just to start on it. She does not think how one grade can affect me. She does not care.
So I failed a huge project that I should have gotten a fair grade for. Teacher won't even consider that it matters to me. It matters. A lot. I finally had an A in English. Now its a C. Brought my GPA down. Finally was doing good in school, then I actually try and I still get treated like a bad student. Thanks. Thanks a lot for all of this.
Yeah it seems stupid to put all this effort in to bitching and moaning about one grade, but I know I deserve and earned better then that. I just want whats mine for once.
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