Oh well, it is, and always will be. But why the hell should I have to get used to it?
A year ago my leverage for college was taken away due to a teacher's incompetence. I had missed 6 months of school and had to make up all of my classes over the summer. Over the summer I waited for any information about his class to come to me, but none did. So I took it into my own hands. I emailed him and called him, I even got my guidance counselor to call him, but he never called back. Around August I was still trying to complete two of my courses before my next year of classes started and out of the blue I got mailed 2 papers from this teacher. One was a list of tests I needed to make up, and I think the other was a note. There was absolutely no notes, no class material. Thankfully I still had my class book with me, but this teacher never taught from the book so if I learned from the book I would fail the tests. I went to my guidance counselor and she told me to just focus on my other classes and she would talk to this teacher.
The end of August came around and I had finished all of my make-up class work, except for that one class. Then a meeting was called because apparently my teacher of that class realized he had made a really idiotic mistake that could possibly cost him his job. In the meeting I was informed that since I had failed to complete the class before the given time (end of august) I would be failed. However, the teacher kindly had given me the choice of taking the class during my next school year. Meaning I would have two history classes, plus the normal work load. (and he would be teaching me in both history classes).
How did this all end up being pinned on me? Thank my lovely school. Anyways at the meeting I literally blew up and said "You have to be fucking kidding me, I've tried to get this material, and he was a flaming asshole and didn't even give me ANYTHING besides a list of tests I needed to make up, and you're going to fail me?! I had some grades before I had gotten sick. I believe I had a "B" in the class. Give me that fucking grade. It shows more of what I can do that failing for his incompetence does. And no, I'm not taking his class during the school year. I'll be stressed out enough with missing school, and I'm not adding another class into that mix."
I learned that day that guidance counselors aren't used to students using profound language in the same vicinity as them. Oh well. I ended up taking the grade I had before I had gotten sick, which was a "B". How did this fuck up my leverage for college? Apparently since I had only completed part of the class I didn't complete all of the "MYP requirements" for that class. (I was in the MYP program for the last 4 years and was 1 year away from getting my diploma). Due to that I was disqualified from the MYP program.
Sure I'm ranting, you might say "You could have avoided that by taking the class during the next school year." but you know, my health is way more important than my grades. And I really don't want to think about what that stress would have done to me.
College is looking slimmer and slimmer as the days go by. People are getting in my way and making it harder, and I'm deteriorating slowly but surely. My grades are slowly dropping, teachers won't give me all the work I've missed even when I ask for it, and I'm finding it harder and harder to do regular things in everyday life. I guess this is just another screwed up feature of my life I can rant about.
I haven't written about my medical life in my blog anymore, because my real life friends read this blog and there are some things I really don't want them to know. No one knows besides my family, and it should stay like that. You'll find hints of it here and there such as the one in this post: "I'm deteriorating slowly but surely" but you really don't know what that means. I might clear it up someday, but I doubt anyone wants to read about that. I really don't want to write about it either.
