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me: has a ‘B’ and does well on a test grades: STAYS 1% AWAY FROM AN ‘A’ UNTIL THE END OF THE QUARTER NO MATTER HOW MUCH WORK I DO
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How Grades Work
me: has a ‘B’ and does well on a test grades: STAYS 1% AWAY FROM AN ‘A’ UNTIL THE END OF THE QUARTER NO MATTER HOW MUCH WORK I DO
(via https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dqTTojTija8)
So today my sister had a health class. Which in sixth grade is kind of important to learn about. And she told me today they did an analogy where girls were represented by smarties. And to represent sex, they were passed from kid to kid who took them in their hands and shook them. After five kids shook them, the teacher took them and showed them to the class, asking who would want them. The class said no, seeing how crumbled they were. They are literally teaching them that if you have too much sex, no one will want you. and that is jacked up.
Hey, Hi, Hello. I hate to be that kid who makes waves and complains about assignments, but the expectation for me to read and summarize my section of the reading is simply one that I cannot fulfill. Also, someone needs to hear this before go insane. Yes, I realize there will be class time to complete this assignment, and that others have passages as long (or in poor Kendall's place, longer) than mine, but there is an overwhelming number of those who have less. There is no possible way for me to finish the reading as well as the assignment required in the time frame given, and I'm not just speaking out of laziness. I have an extremely difficult time understanding the reading, and there is simply so much of it. Do you know how many pages the text would've been, if printed out? Thirty six pages. Two days. And, let's also take into consideration that I also have six other classes, all who seem to have conspired together to load up students at the same time. I understand that there have been harder times before and there will be more after this, but to expecting one to complete the course work I have been presented is enough to make any body insane. So, I'm sorry if my summary is poor, and my universal theme only spans the North American continent. I'm sorry that earning a good grade has become more important to me than actually learning. I've been regurgitating facts without understanding them, and I'm sure that I will be for the rest of my life. "Did you know that A squared plus B squared equals C squared?" I'll demand, looking for someone who will understand. Understand that I've given up the things that I love to get where I am, and that completing coursework quickly became my only available past time in school. You know what I did after school today? I stayed after for Parliamentary Procedures (an academic pursuit) until four, then spent an hour an a half in a lab, trying to get something, anything done. But, you know what? I was dreading that place that I go to when doing classwork, just as I am now. Doing work makes one like me into a crazed animal, stressing out over everything because I've been told every minute that getting good grades is the only way to have a happy life. And honestly? I'm beginning to realize that no one is happy. Why else would Thomas Jefferson put "the pursuit of happiness?" Because it is impossible to achieve. Because I'm too busy worrying about what's next and when I'll complete my assignments and when will I finally be done and able to breathe again? I don't see it any time soon. I'm sure my grade, which I have slaved over time and time again, will not reflect my thoughts or my personality. Because while one cannot work on their school and their souls at the same time. And for that I'm sorry. And I know which one I picked.
My letter to my teacher, who doesn't seem to understand.
Our school system
Lemme tell you something. The school I used to go to had this program where everybody had to walk/bike/run/ETC 10 miles every quarter, as part of a fitness program. But, they also wanted you active in at least 1 sport, go to sleep at 8-9 p.m every night, and be active in clubs. My teachers claimed we would only get 15 minutes of each subject per day. 15 minutes times 7-8 subjects depending on what it is, let’s see…that’s 1 hour and 15 minutes - 1 hour and 30 minutes each night, haha, I wish. Every night I didn’t go to bed until 11, because of homework, sports, clubs, and the stupid miles thing. Let me remind you that this started when I was in THIRD GRADE. 11 o’ clock each night is horrible for a 9 yr old, and this routine continued until 6th grade. 3 WHOLE YEARS OF HELL. I know some people have it worse, and this is a problem.
Teacher say we get “15 minutes of homework every night.” Hahaha, BULLSHIT.
Kids arent sleeping anymore. When I was younger I never wanted to go to sleep, now, thats all I want to do. This is a problem that NEEDS TO CHANGE.
Teachers: Only 15 minutes of homework per night.
Me: And by 15 minutes you mean 30 minutes of homework every night, each subject.
Me: Lets see...30 minutes times 8 subjects, is...
Me: 4 Hours of homework.
Teachers: But-
Me: Let's see, plus eating dinner, playing sports, and different clubs, ETC.
Me: Yep, ONLY 15 minutes.
today after i was done with my chemistry test i was playing 2048 and my teacher walked up to me and i thought i was gonna get in trouble but instead she just whispered "are you gonna win"