I, Katie Andrus, single-handedly destroyed my math class' chance of being the highest scoring section on the last midterm.
I knew when I walked out of the Testing Center (should that be capitalized? it looks a bit funny) that I was going to be lucky to get a 50% out of that, but I didn't realize it was going to be this bad...
I signed up for an honors calculus II class because it had a better teacher, a smaller class size, and the exact same assignments and quizzes as the regular classes, and I thought why not just do honors? So I'm now stuck in this class with a bunch of math majors and math minors who actually enjoy math while I'm just gritting my teeth and trying to endure another semester of a subject I've grown to despise. Apparently math hates me too because we are not getting along right now. Anyway, my teacher always figures out which class had the highest average on each test and usually we're in the top two or three, but this time, oh no, our average was right about the same as the overall average among all the math 113 classes (63ish %). I think it was my fault. We had a girl who got a 99% in our class and two other kids who got somewhere around a 98% or a 97% and my teacher said there were a bunch of others who scored within just a few points of that. But even with all those high scores, I think I successfully destroyed any chance we had of having a high average.
Out of one hundred points.
I have never, ever failed a test before. My definition of fail was anything below an 85. Unfortunately that definition has now been revised to the normal definition of fail...
And this all drives me crazy because I feel like I have to compete against all these kids who love math and whatever and I do not and I do not have time to spend on math because I've been getting ready for ballroom competitions every day all semester long and maybe if they had a life other than integrals and infinite series they would struggle a bit more too. (Ok, I'm sure they all have lives other than math, and some of them are pretty cool, it's just easier to be angry if I pretend they don't and aren't.) And another thing, I do not like being looked at as the dumb blonde who somehow stumbled her way into an honors calculus class. Ok math class? This is to you: I was a freaking valedictorian, I got a 4.0 last semester, I'm getting paid to go to college (although I think I'm probably going to lose my scholarship now) and I am not an idiot, no matter how much I look like one in this class! Meh. meh meh meh. I'm edging towards complete academic burn-out.
The worst part is I don't care. I haven't even shed a tear yet. What is wrong with me?