So my math teacher unintentionally made me cry today.
Let me tell you, I love Mr. Heath almost as a friend, but he reeeeeeally shouldn't be grading quizzes at the last minute during recess, especially when he's on duty and there's a bunch of distractions around him.
Let's just say this: I got really excited when he handed these retake quizzes back,because I had managed to get a 92 on it when I had gotten a (yes really) 53 on the original.
Then we went over it.
It turned out he had accidentally said that 3 of my answers were right when they were, in fact, wrong, and since there were only 13 problems total...lets just say it brought it down a loooooooot.
And me being the incredibly over emotional person I am, I started silently crying.
He ended up apologizing like a million bajillion times and just told me to completely disregard this retake and that I can retake the retake tomorrow or something.
I'm going to fail high school if I keep going on like this, but honestly iTS THE FUCKING POLYNOMIALS WHY DO WE NEED TO KNOW WTF A POLYNOMIAL IS
So now I have my student-lead parent-teacher conference in like half an hour, meaning I have to go BACK to school.
Yay.
Catherine doesn't like math anymore.
