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My little rant about school

Well this term has been the hardest. I know we've only had 2, but I think the next two terms will be easier. Combined with being sick in December, the parade trip, lots of AP homework, my back and collarbone hurting, ballet, modern, jazz, Davis Youth, flute, just plain exhaustion and Christmas and the holidays, I found it hard to concentrate. It was like the ball I was trying to stay on top of was wet and slippery, and got smaller  and smaller everyday. I felt good about my classes, studied hard, didn't have missing assignments, didn't talk, and I actually learned a lot this term. But, my grades don't show for it. I didn't do as well as I thought I would on tests and sometimes I just had to compromise with what teachers were expecting. Read Julius Caesar and write 2 essays over Christmas? Well, I want to enjoy it and be with family and I won't have access to a computer in California. Too bad! Make it work!
My teacher the other day was like, "I couldn't grade your essays yesterday, I was driving my kids around to their dance classes." In my head I thought, Oh yeah? I'm the one going to such dance classes and I still wrote the essay and read what you assigned. I still have a life, just like you. If you don't have time, you stay up later. You can't expect us to do what you assign if you think you don't even have time to look at it!
Yeah I was a little mad, but I didn't say anything. I sat in my desk and finished the bell quiz. The grading system in school doesn't really measure how much you learned but it does a darn good job of making us focused on a letter and not learning, stressing us out, and missing out on fun things. But life isn't perfect either. You will have to learn how to balance everything and all you can do is do your best. Sometimes your best is not as good as your fellow students' best when they don't have as much going on, or the particular subject is their strong point. But I do owe a lot to my teachers, and the whole reason I can type this right now is thanks to school.
I know I'm blessed so much more than a lot of people on the earth. I am lucky to get to go to school. To know how to read, write and have parents who can bring me something if I forgot it or help me with homework if I ask them. I just hope colleges get this and can look past my A minuses and Bs see that they don't define a person.

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