When it comes to schooling, I’ve never felt like I’ve gotten a grade lower than I deserved. I have generally found that the input I put into my work yields equivalent output (OMG THAT SOUNDS LIKE ALCHEMY).

Until I started taking Biology 101. I’ll withhold the professor’s name so I don’t get kicked out for making mean comments about him. Let me tell the story…

We had to write this paper on stem cell research. If you’re that much of a nerd and you want to read it, here it is. Anyway, it’s not a bad paper, right? We had to present what it is, the known methods of therapy, the risks, and reccomend a course of action for our “cousin.” CLEARLY, I did all of that. So why did I get a D? That’s what I would like to know. 👿 I was really upset by this, everyone. Because of this paper, I now have a D in this class (because I also got a D on the first exam). I can’t get anything less than a B in Biology. That would totally F up my cumulative average of 3.92 (In 2 years of college so far, I have gotten one B. And THAT was a math class, so it doesn’t count. Or at least it shouldn’t. 🙁 ) Anyway, as you can see, a D is not in the plan. I need to get awesome grades so that UCI may possibly want me, since I want to transfer there.

Anyway, so I take the logical route, I decide to visit said professor during office hours so I might consult with him on this issue. I get there 20 minutes early, and ring him on the telly so he can open the hallway door (the school keeps this particular hallway to professors’ offices locked) but he doesn’t answer. So I deduce that he must not be in his office yet, since I’m early. Well, 20 minutes come and go, and 10 more people show up. Another girl informs us that he was 30 minutes late to his office hours last week, and he only showed up that time because she hunted him down on campus, and upon confrontation he claims forgetfulness. So this lady walks up about five to ten minutes after office hours start, dials the number, and lo and behold, he answers the door! I was so pissed! Then afterwards, he split us up by class and addressed our problems individually. To me, he says, “Well, write your next essay, and then talk to me again after that.” …?? WTF DUDE, I DID NOT WAIT 40 minutes for you to tell me THAT! And then he completely ignored me after that, when I was going to ask him to look at said next essay, because I had ALREADY WRITTEN IT.

I felt so invisible, so tossed aside, so UNJUSTLY TREATED. I worked hard on that last essay only to get a D on it, and I studied really freaken hard for that test only to score 68% on it.

But this injustice has also inspired me to work even HARDER. I’LL SHOW THEM! No matter how much The Man puts me down, I’m GONNA GET MINE.