smarty pants.
my confidence in my intellect was given a boost a few weeks ago. i'll tell you a little story.
we were driving to antigonish from the city for thanksgiving. my mother the driver, myself the passenger, my brother asleep in the back seat, my poor cat whining from her carrier in the back seat.
my mother and i were discussing my work ethic during high school. i had barely scraped by. i had stopped going to math class, at my teacher's request. i was passing because i spouted bullshit in entrepreneurship, took art classes and core french classes, and had a pervert for a biology teacher. i think my highest mark was an 80, and that was in art class. everything else was between 50 and 60 (except math, i got a 29%)
at my graduation ceremony, we were given cards with our names and accomplishments on them to hand to the guidance counsellor when we went up onto the stage. there were basically two groups of card holders. one group had a card full of scholarships and awards, and the other group had nothing but their names written on the cards. i was part of the latter (well, i had written 'great achievements in mediocrity' on my card. the guidance counsellor was ABOUT to read it, until she realized what it said and closed her mouth)
anyway, when i was talking about it with my mother, i was pretty much laughing at my terrible high school career. she was getting very irritated. she said 'wait until we get home, i have something to show you.'
when we got to the house, she went into her room and produced a paper that she gave to me to read. apparently i had received the highest mark in all of nova scotia in the past 2 years on my grade 12 english provincial exam. i thought 'that's strange, didn't i get like, a 60 in english?' THEN i remembered i got a 60 because i did absolutely NOTHING in english class except read the books i wanted to read, then not write any papers about them.
it was a nice boost to my dying ego. someone's gonna have to pop my head with a pin sometime soon
we were driving to antigonish from the city for thanksgiving. my mother the driver, myself the passenger, my brother asleep in the back seat, my poor cat whining from her carrier in the back seat.
my mother and i were discussing my work ethic during high school. i had barely scraped by. i had stopped going to math class, at my teacher's request. i was passing because i spouted bullshit in entrepreneurship, took art classes and core french classes, and had a pervert for a biology teacher. i think my highest mark was an 80, and that was in art class. everything else was between 50 and 60 (except math, i got a 29%)
at my graduation ceremony, we were given cards with our names and accomplishments on them to hand to the guidance counsellor when we went up onto the stage. there were basically two groups of card holders. one group had a card full of scholarships and awards, and the other group had nothing but their names written on the cards. i was part of the latter (well, i had written 'great achievements in mediocrity' on my card. the guidance counsellor was ABOUT to read it, until she realized what it said and closed her mouth)
anyway, when i was talking about it with my mother, i was pretty much laughing at my terrible high school career. she was getting very irritated. she said 'wait until we get home, i have something to show you.'
when we got to the house, she went into her room and produced a paper that she gave to me to read. apparently i had received the highest mark in all of nova scotia in the past 2 years on my grade 12 english provincial exam. i thought 'that's strange, didn't i get like, a 60 in english?' THEN i remembered i got a 60 because i did absolutely NOTHING in english class except read the books i wanted to read, then not write any papers about them.
it was a nice boost to my dying ego. someone's gonna have to pop my head with a pin sometime soon
posted by creep at 2:43 AM
