Wednesday, August 26, 2015 "No Caring For Feelings."

Wednesday, August 26, 2015
Week: 3
Songs to Remember: Unravel (dj-Jo remix) - TK

        It's been a while since the last time I cried. It's been so long that I actually don't remember it. I guess the writers decided it'd be a good time now.

        Psychology, was just worksheets. The teacher's not gonna be back 'till Friday so we're just getting free study time in class basically, which I'm content with. English, there was some really interesting stuff. We discussed how to make an introduction to a presentation and all that. The teacher also told us a story of back when he was in college. It was his first year, and he was so excited and thrilled. The professor asked this question about an article or something, and our teacher raised his hand way up high, was called on, he was so excited.

        He stood up and answered "Well I feel that blah blah blah, etc, etc". Most imporant part is when he said "I feel that". The professor always played around with keys during lectures, pacing back and forth, jumbling his keys. This time, he threw 'em onto the ground and was just straight up like (quoted), "I don't give a fuck what you feel!" and he further explained about how it doesn't matter how you feel, it's about the text, etc. My teacher was super embarrassed, did not raise his hand for anything until 6 months later. Ho, ly, shit.

        Pretty crazy. And uhh, yeah. After that story we played a bootleg game called "Space Race", it's this game on Socrative, we got into groups and answered questions on our phones, dealing with the vocabulary, the first group that gets the most correct gets participation points. What made this so bootleg was that the teacher played some bootleg music (not really any discernible lyrics) as well as flicker the lights while we were doing it. Pretty bootleg.

        Anyways, today's Wednesday so there was no break. Bio, we had a quiz on enzymes. Turns out, it was only 5 multiple choice questions. Easy right? Nah, heh. There were words on there that I did not expect. Ending up getting a 2/5, would've been a 3/5 had I not changed one of my answers. Ah, that feeling. So uh, we got into groups, planned out what we're gonna do for the lab tomorrow, and, that was it.

        Math. We got our tests back. I didn't expect to do well, but I didn't expect to do really bad either. I did pretty bad, heh. It was a 44/70. Yep, my buddy was right, heh, everyone did fail the first quiz. Well, nobody got an A+ at least. The class average was 70%, along with the teacher's other Honors Pre-Cal classes. God, damn. I blame my stupid mistakes, I maybe would've gotten a C- or something.

        It was lunch. And uh, I expected a continuation of yesterday. Hmmm, no, it wasn't really. Ag left to do something else, or something. So it was just me, Jk, Ek, and Jv at the lockers. If Ag's gonna do this everyday or not, I don't know. I'm hoping she doesn't, but on the otherhand... eh. I could be overthinking it again, I don't wanna believe it, I'll just let it roll.

        So, US History. No notes today actually. Just, going over the crossword puzzle we received about a week ago. Then, explaining how we got an assignment, we gotta draw political comics based on events like the Enlightenment, etc. By political comics he means pretty much any kind of drawing, stick figures included.This is just the beginning of what will be, work hell. Well part of it.

        Chinese class was where the writers wanted to put some more focus today. We had our first vocabulary quiz, it's literally just 10 phrases, we gotta write the English translations of them. I already know the format, I was kinda ready. Took the test, knew I got a 16/20, basically 8/10 right. The teacher had us grade each other's papers. I had to grade this one dude who sat all the way in the back of my row. He was in my Chinese class last year, I knew him, he played Hearthstone.

        The way we corrected these quizzes last year, were that each vocabulary was worth 2 points each. Since there were 10, it was 20 points in total. Last year, if we only got half the phrase right, we took 1 point off, instead of 2. So, that was what I did. They teacher did not state that during class. When we were finished correcting, we passed the tests back up to the front. Apparently the teacher happened to see mine at the top of the stack, because what she did next is most likely going to cause some of my stress and depression later on.

        She placed her hands on my desk, got up close to me, gave me one of the most coldest stares in my life, and at that point, I didn't know what was wrong. I was sorta in panic mode, I thought she found out that Jk copied some of my sentences from last night's work because I let him copy of some of during lunch time. I was worried about that. So I was there, looking at her, scared, didn't know what to do, I was like a deer in front of headlights. She then says "Do you want me to take off your points?".

        She then pointed to the quiz I graded, showing a score of 19/20. She then explains "No half off!" and scribbles over the score I wrote and put 18/20. "Oh, I thought that since it was half right, I only take off one point". "If it's wrong, it's wrong!". "If you do this again, I'll make sure to take points away from yours". I wanted to just run out the classroom, board a bus to San Francisco, and jump off the golden gate bridge. Only because that's the only suicide spot I know right now.

        Everyone in my vicinity just looked at me. The teacher went back to her happy-go-lucky mood to the rest of the class and everyone else. It reminded me of the article we read in English class a few days ago, about Asians and their strict parenting. It also kinda reminded me of my own mom, scolding me as a kid when I did my homework wrong, or misspelling a word during our spelling bee practice.

        The teacher's voice was like a hushed yelling. Enough for only me to hear it as yelling, quiet enough so that not too many people would pay attention to the talk. I wanted to cry. But I held it off 'till I got home. During the rest of class, I just sat there, looking at the book, waiting for the bell to ring so I can get the fuck outta there. It was bad enough she did that in front of all the people around me, me being a Junior and to set the bar for all the Sophomores, but she continued on with it, by calling me to answer a question from the book. Out of the 35 kids in class, she 3 students, one of 'em being me.

        I am never going to forgive her for this. I can see now why people don't like her. You haven't truly feel her bias until something like this occurs to you. I'm not even, I'm not even fucking good in Chinese, this is literally the 3rd week of Chinese 2. Never learned any Chinese in my life 'till this past year. And now I do wish that she had retired. Would've been a much more different experience with a new teacher.

        So anyways, I was expecting today's post to be about something I'm great at, something I'm passionate about. Looks like that'll have to wait. *sigh*, anyways, I got a poster due on Friday, a presentation due on Friday, work, work, and work all due tomorrow and Friday. Thank goodness the week's almost over. Still can't find many new songs. And so, see ya.