Would you go to the same university as the person you've shared everything with for your entire life?
For melodramatic twin sisters, Emily and Sarah Roses, they find it can be both fun and exhausting. Follow along on their adventure of navigating c...
So apparently verbal participation happened to be a good 25% of my history class grade. Some people, like Emily, would find that to be an easier route to keep grades up.
Unfortunately, this kind of scale tanked my grade pretty badly. Maybe it wouldn't have been any trouble if I'd absolutely aced every exam, but the professor wanted every little aspect of the mentioned event included into those writing portions.
I was blessed with having the memory of a goldfish. How was I supposed to remember every single thing about every historical event when there were like twenty different ones crammed in those units?
I had lower test scores, and an absolute zero in verbal participation for the class.
The result of that?
60%.
My official grade was a D.
Considering how Emily's photographic memory made her amazing at memorizing history facts, and how shamelessly her confidence let her say or do anything without an ounce of anxiety, her grade was at the top.
I knew Emily would've been happy to help me, but for what? So she could be amazing at another thing I wasn't?
I had to resolve this on my own. No Emily.
This resolution idea led me having to go talk to my professor at office hours. I had to try and explain that my social anxiety was so incredibly awful that even walking into a full classroom without Emily directly in front of me would make me cry.
However, as soon as I was called into the professor's office, I was already trembling and on the verge of tears. The open door seemed so far.
I looked around at the students in the hall, all confidently walking around and talking with others. Some of them made eye contact when I looked.
My heart was about to explode, I couldn't do this. The professor was going to think I was an absolute child.
I chickened out. Before I could even take in what I was doing, I scrambled away and ran all the way back to the dorm.
Of course my dumb sister was already there. And her clothes were carelessly tossed all over our SHARED room. No consideration on her end.
"Emily, why can't you just function like a normal hygienic person and pick up your clothes for once?! Your mess is literally spilling over on my side!" I practically barked the moment I came into the room.
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She glanced up at me with a frown. "Why don't you pick it up if it bothers you so much right now? I told you I was going to get to it," Emily spiked her last phrase with more attitude, becoming defensive immediately.
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