||[Jul. 13th, 2006|09:19 pm]
I love my family. I really do. But one of these days their lack of organization will be there undoing. People have recently been asking after my A.P. scores. Those of you who know me or have been in classes with me know that I couldn't care less if I tried about what grade I was getting;|
"Oh, they posted a new grade sheet!"
However, I did finally ask my mom if there was any unopened mail lying around the house. She looked at me with a slightly puzzled face, and inquired as to what I was after. I told her that I was wondering if my A.P. scores had come yet. Oh yes, a few weeks ago, why? *Grumble* I thought things like this were supposed to have some importance attatched to them. The long and the short of it is that I did not do as well as I thought I would on some parts, and I did a lot better than I ever hoped to on other.
Blakey-Shell told me that he expected me to get a 5 on the Calc test. I always hate letting people down. I feel like I did the best I could, and a four is nothing to be ashamed of. That's a solid score, right? Sure! I still have no idea what K-Zoo accepts in the way of A.P. scores...I'll know soon.
Mrs. Solwold never really liked my writing. At least that was the impression I got over the years. The projects I worked really hard on were graded down, and the last minute, thrown-togehter papers went over nicely. I still say that she's only given me three 100%s the entire four years I had her as a teacher. I had pretty much signed the English exam off as a throw away.However, I guess my last-minute instincts kicked in. Or the A.P. people liked my writing. Little does it matter. If Kalamazoo doesn't like the four in calc, they'll have to at least give me points for trying on my five from English.
If I didn't know my parents that well, I'd blame the postal workers.