changing schools in eleventh grade meant I basically led to my skipping all of the world history classes
Skipping classes because you changed schools, lolsob, you don't know how lucky you were, you sweet summer child.
I can't remember if I've complained about this before, but I very narrowly escaped repeating freshman math and freshman English, in junior year, while I would have simultaneously been taking senior math and AP English, because I'd changed school systems between junior high and high school.
Because I'd taken freshman math and English during junior high in a school system in another state that allowed that, so my high school had no record of me taking those things. Which they discovered at the end of my sophomore year.
Naturally, the fucking guidance counselor (whose stated goal was to hold me back in all possible ways) refused to acknowledge my arguments that having blazed through sophomore and junior math and English with high As, while crying from boredom at how easy it all was, before she noticed the lack of freshman courses on my record, meant that maaaaaybe I had mastered the freshman skills and shouldn't be repeating freshman year. SMH. So much damn hate.
I don't know what I would have done if my mom hadn't gone to bat for me and jumped through all the hoops to get my records transferred. Pulled a Fritz and run away, I don't know. The thought still gives me the shudders. She was inconsistent in her willingness to support my academic needs, but she saved my sanity that time.
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Re: Epic rap battles of history
Date: 2019-10-05 07:15 am (UTC)Skipping classes because you changed schools, lolsob, you don't know how lucky you were, you sweet summer child.
I can't remember if I've complained about this before, but I very narrowly escaped repeating freshman math and freshman English, in junior year, while I would have simultaneously been taking senior math and AP English, because I'd changed school systems between junior high and high school.
Because I'd taken freshman math and English during junior high in a school system in another state that allowed that, so my high school had no record of me taking those things. Which they discovered at the end of my sophomore year.
Naturally, the fucking guidance counselor (whose stated goal was to hold me back in all possible ways) refused to acknowledge my arguments that having blazed through sophomore and junior math and English with high As, while crying from boredom at how easy it all was, before she noticed the lack of freshman courses on my record, meant that maaaaaybe I had mastered the freshman skills and shouldn't be repeating freshman year. SMH. So much damn hate.
I don't know what I would have done if my mom hadn't gone to bat for me and jumped through all the hoops to get my records transferred. Pulled a Fritz and run away, I don't know. The thought still gives me the shudders. She was inconsistent in her willingness to support my academic needs, but she saved my sanity that time.