
I didn't give a **** lol. I don't say that w/ some idiotic pride. I say it laughing at the dumb *** that I was then. I'm a good test taker and that did more harm than good. I just didn't try. I found every short cut and easy way out of learning. If it required anything more than looking at it for more than ten minutes, it wasn't getting done. I wouldn't even take books home half the time. I was dragging a 1.8 GPA into my senior year. I realized that plan I had for college was now in doubt. I held no lower than a 3.0 my senior year and still got more rejection letters than acceptance letters. At the time I couldn't understand this. I'd think, "What the hell, I'm smart! Don't they see the year I'm having? " What an idiot lol. Had it not been for football, I'm pretty sure I wouldn't have had the college opportunities I did.
This is how math went for me in high school:
Freshman Year: Algebra 1 - It's a computer class. You do problems on a computer. A friend and I found out how to get the answers out of the program. All we had to do was reach a certain chapter by a certain date and we'd maintain an A.
Sophomore Year: Geometry (2 different teachers)/Informal Geometry - If you can tell, I wasn't ready to admit I didn't know **** early in the year. It occurred to me when reading that "I" word in front of Geometry on my report card, that I may have a problem. It also hit me hard once I heard my classmates read out loud.
Junior Year: Algebra 2 - FAIL. I capitalized all of that because it wasn't even close.
Senior Year: Algebra 2 - I was placed in math 1. I said no, to go to college I need Algebra 2. After my counselor threw her tissue away that she used to wipe the tears caused by laughter, she switched classes for me. I made up my mind to bust my *** to pass that class. Once class started, I realized the fact that I didn't know **** still played a rather large factor. I sat behind two girls who I'd known for a while. One I had even dated. I flirted my *** off that year and they showed me every answer for every test. The teacher was an Ohio fan, so I'd bull**** w/ him too. I watched him show me a 77 in the grade book and then show me the grade he was going to put on my report card: B.
Guess who can't help his students when they bring him anything above pre-algebra?
It was for the better though. I can talk to dumb asses at school about how they're going down a slippery slope and throwing opportunities away and actually be speaking from experience.
Damn, I didn't mean to type that much.
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