I accidentally saved yesterday's post as a draft, which I just realized. So I just published that.
I predicted a 26/200 and 45/200 if I was amazingly lucky on my Bio exam. Good news, I got way more than 45, guys! Bad news, only a 96. Worse news, he won't let me move down! Can you say o-u-t o-f c-o-n-t-r-o-l p-u-n-k? Typically I'd be really upset and stuff, but it was like for the first time ever I actually did my best and was totally snarked. At the begining of class he was like, "Certain individuals need to talk to me, and I'm not naming names," and then he talked about how like, everyone got 190 except for me. I was like, um, r-u-d-e. And he was like, "Maybe for certain individuals this isn't the right class."
So I went to talk to him and I was like, "I understand nothing. I don't even know where to start, I'm completely overwhelmed with the insanity of science! I need to transfer out after the final," and he started throwing around all these unecessary words like potential and focus! All I wanted to do during that stupid test was cry, like Rachel got to do during all her classes. Jesus, they even let her go to the bathroom. I was 100% lost in the entire thing so I didn't even know where to begin asking for help. Shit, I'm in way over my head.
It was funny because I was thinking about all the things I could do, including throw the teacher out the window in a dramatic way. I think it's funnier if you know how he is about everything. I don't know, I've just been imagining how things would work out if I did. Not that I have the guts.
Adios.

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