Ah, sweet sweet failure

The educational system is frustrating. Especially college. In High School at least, there's room to argue, or the best of all, have your parent call the school and complain on your behalf. That was a lot simpler. I miss having my parents save me from the horrors of unfair teachers. But alas, college doesn't really work like that. Nor, for the most part, do they care if you do have a complaint.

Science is not my thing. It never has been, and I did my best to avoid it throughout my entire school career. In middle school, I managed to slip past the system, only taking two science classes. In high school, I was stealthier. I graduated high school taking only anatomy. How I did this? Well, it's really not that difficult. Going to a school that doesn't actually count credits seemed really worked to my advantage in this. I spent my high school years taking the subjects I love: english, history, and french. Maybe I didn't love french class, but having picnics in the park while speaking french was rather romantic. And I learned a little bit. The day I spent in France, I was actually able to understand a little. But I'm getting off track. And OK, I did take math in high school. I hate math. But next to science, I'm in. Let me explain. I have zero interest in learning what organ does what, the names of bones, how DNA works, ect. To me, it's going to happen whether I know what it is or not. My cells are going to do their stuff, blah blah. I don't need to know what's going on. I'm glad not everyone thinks this -- otherwise we'd all die. Science stuff is very important. But do I really need to know it? Yes? Ok. Fine. I'll take the stupid biology class.

But this is what happens when I take said biology class: the teacher hates me. I do my homework. I study for tests. I come to class. I put sharp objects in fire. I look at bacteria in microscopes. Isn't that going to make me sick? Probably, but I have to pass. But this does not matter. She still hates me. Am I overreacting? I don't think so. It's that horrible realization that your professor doesn't want you to pass. Lovely.

The fact seems to be, some teacher are just unfair. Is it really learning when even if you know the answer, you get it wrong because you didn't write it in some form that you didn't even know you have to write it in? I don't think so. But that's the way it is. That's the way it usually is. And sadly, that's probably the way it always will be. Fortunately, this will be my last real science course. I've even gotten around science fairly easily in college. Anthropology counting as a science credit is a beautiful beautiful thing.

After this quarter, I get to move on and spend my time doing nice things, like taking classes on folklore. That will be nice. I do like school. But it's a whole lot more pleasant when school likes you back.