School.

Since my posts lately have been more political than personal (Earth Day and race/nation/something-ism), I've decided to post about something very personal. School.

My grades were all Bs (70%+) once upon a time. That once upon a time being Grade Six, First Term. Since then, they've been all... ew.

Things just got worse for me in terms of grades. I went from missing a fair chunk of school and barely pulling off b-s and c+s to staying at school, but getting 60%-70% because of unwillingness to work. Then I got put in a behavioural program for five months which was living hell and didn't give us report cards.

First term I did not fail a single subject. Nor did I get anything over an 80, my mark in art. More than half my subjects were in the 60s. I haven't done all my work in every subject since grade six, first term. I've always been bad about getting my homework in.

Second term was living hell. With a teacher who cannot teach and students I can't bear, I barely pulled off a 40% and a 60% in math. Most of my grades were okay, but my gym was 50% and pool nonexistant.

It is because of these grades that my school of choice, Rosedale Heights School Of The Arts, sent me a little piece of paper saying "we're sorry but you do not fit the criteria".

Well, let me give you a mental image of the nightmare that was second term. For about half of it, I was in the homeroom of a teacher who taught us very little except for math, who could not control her students, and who rarely gave us English to do. Add that to my inborn laziness and avoidance of work, and bam you have failure in a bottle.

Halfway through-just after Christmas Break-I switched into 8-0, with Mr.Smith. Since then, I've been getting a lot better marks in all my homeroom subjects. Which means 90+ for English and 70+ for geography. I'm still with that other teacher for math, but I'm getting in the 50s or so in the subject despite her worst failures in teaching.

Finally, I feel settled. After four switches, I know that I can and will stay in this class until the end of the year. I'm confident that I might just be able to get my grades up for Rosedale for grade ten. Things are, for once, going well.

Socially, not so great. But in academics-

We had to read the Diary of Anne Frank for English, and I was the first one finished the book. By four days, and about 9 other people finished it over the next week and a half.

The first part is due tomorrow, and I've re-done it twice until every single page is perfect. Tonight, I'll finish the next half of the assignment.

I've also gotten all 90s on my various assignments, which is amusing because each and every one of them was finished at the last possible moment. I'm good at last-minute works.

Geography is harder. I've always got a B or so on either my test or my book and a C on the other one. Not too bad, but not so great either. I work at it, albeit not as much as English. (I like English more.)

French is nonexistant, math might as well be.

Pool and gym are not-so-great, but I'm always pulling off fifties or sixties in both so I'm passing.

I keep losing my science work, but I've never failed a test and even with a loss of work I get away beautifully with 65-75%.

Music is fine at 75% or more. Plus, it's really fun.

So there's my academics. A deep dread is beginning to take over my life next year: academic (hardest) subjects, all but math. Even so, our teacher gives us grade five math, so it appears that I might be destined for failure. Or a tutor.

But it's not consuming my life. Yet. I study French after school and Japanese, but enjoyment is the core of my life. So I don't overwork.

Unlike some people I know.

So there you go. Filled in with the details of my school life. Yay.