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| Check out those bangs!!! Does this look like the face of a girl who just doesn't get it? |
I am so glad I will never have to relive high school again...Although at the time I thought it was the best thing ever, I look back and sigh in relief I will never have to do that again...
I was such a dork. Although I didn't always realize the level of my dorkiness, there were times when it was just too blatant to ignore.
I remember so clearly that I was sitting in Mrs. Meier's Algebra II class, and for some reason or other we were arguing over what the date was.
Side note: Mrs. Meier was responsible for my not getting Valedictorian. In the second semester of Algebra I she refused to round up my 92.45 to a 92.5 which is clearly a 93 and therefore an A...No, she kept me at a "B." The only B I ever made in school (before college that is.) Of course, I'm totally over it. Being Valedictorian would not have changed my life in any way shape or form. But every time I think of math, I remember that I was robbed...And, yes our school's grading system was different than most in that you had to have a 93 average to make an A. So clearly, if I'd been in any other school system I would have had straight A's....
But again, I'm over it...
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| Thankfully I had moved up from this 7th grade hair by that point...How scary is that 'do? |
Moving on.
We were in math, and discussing what the date was. I pronounced very firmly, "Today is the 14th, because today is Tuesday, and this month every Tuesday is divisible by the number seven!"
Silence decended and all eyes turned to me.
Apparently not everyone kept trakc of the date by deciding which day of the month was oging to be divisible by seven and going from there.
Yes.
I was a bit, umm different from the other kids!
7 comments:
I love your reasoning. It is completely reasonable to me. Jut like doing 9's, after yu get to
9x5=45 you just start writing them backwards. 9x6-54 and so on. Of course you are in trouble if you don't know the beginning multiples of 9. I know your needed to know that.
This story made me think about seeing my Algebra II teacher at Walmart on Sunday. When my mom and I got to the car I started reliving the experience of talking my way from a "F" to a "D" in that class (junior year was a bad year for me). But, I didn't see grades like that again until college math.
In her defense, she helped me pass the class.
I'm glad you realize that you weren't scarred for life because of one little grade.
You are too funny, love your blog but love you more.
I was tied for Salutadorian (spelling?) and had to share my title.
Whatever.
Buffalo had that same grading system when I was in high school, but now they've switched to the 10 point scale. I did had a professor in college though who used the 7 point scale. It frustrated me SO much!
Was this when you actually attended your classes?
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