Gail (gailmarie) wrote,

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A couple of things about today. One, this is my 890 journal entry. Holy fuck. *hugs my journal* I love it so much.

Secondly...teachers love me. That is all there is to it.

First example, third period, US History with Mr. Imanasshole (aka Huff). He is handing back the tests we took yesterday and when he's over by my project group and asks
Huff: Who did the last part of the project. The single spaced part.
Me: I did.
Huff: It was excellent.
Now, this man is not one to flatter or shower with complements. So later before handing back the projects he's going over how he graded it, and what you needed to do well. While talking about how you need more than just the obvious he says
Huff: Gail, can I give them an example.
Me (completely dumbfounded): Sure.
He proceeds to read part of my paper. Now, unfortunately I was in a shitty group, and we split up the work instead of collaborating, so although the part I did received a 38.5/40 (96%), our group grade was a 72%. I could have gotten an A. Nope, I got a C-. I fucking hate group projects.

Second example: In theatre I was giving a girl feedback on a monologue, and after I finished, Carl began to say how great we are at feedback and how much better we were than the other classes. Not just because we were older, but we just gave good ideas. Coincidence?

So yes, my teachers love me. And I'm so conceded right now. My ego is huge.

(Note: Before LJ decided to be a whore and eat this entry so I had to retype it, I had posted an internet quiz about immaturity. I was "Mature". Well hell. I could have told you that.)

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