Well, guess what. I didn't die. (most obviously)
I got a, 'Progressing well" on History. I was so confused. I was just thinking about what would happen if something bad happened and i forgot what would have happened if i got good marks, I did okay in everything else.
PARENT TEACHER INTERVIEWS were today. It was amazing. It was actually quite helpful.
We talked about high schools and my marks. Turns out i got a 95% on Algebra. Considering that the teacher has never given out an 100% to anyone she has taught, i find my mark impressive. She kept on mentioning about how well i did in the arts and that was proof that i should be there. It made me happy :3
The rest of the day was fine, until this, "GIRL THAT SHOULDN't BE NAMED" came along and messed it up. It was just super annoying, i wish that "conflict" would be gone, well, i did what i had to do. No hate to her, but please stay off my back. My BACK IS SORE. okay. sounds good..
Saturday, November 9, 2013
School. I used to love it but now it just sucks. Now, Progress Reports are coming Tuesday and I have a really bad feeling about it. I know that I am not doing very well in some subjects. My mom says its fine and she knows that its not in my nature to know all this information my teacher throws at us. My teacher is the best, she really knows her stuff. She likes to give information to us fast, some people soak it up, but people like me just stare blankly at her. I don't blame her, she's the best teacher I could ask for. Just, I keep thinking that these are the last days of happiness, I think I'm going to die....
PROGRESSSSSSSSS REPORRTSSSS! okay, just had to let that out. Since I'm in grade 7, everything counts for high school. Your admission is based on your marks. It just sucks. My mom is suuuper stressed out about it and so am I. Sometimes, I wish marks wouldn't matter.