So, I e-mailed my accounting instructor. I didn’t really want to see my grade, but I knew that I needed to know my grade in order to see if I really did fail the class, or if I passed it by some miracle I could’ve pulled out of my ass.

Hey, that rhymed -

His exact email:

“You got a 15/50 on the final, and a D for the course.”

Not to add insult to injury or anything, but that is probably THE worst final grade I have ever received.

I need a “C” on all Undergraduate classes in order to advance - two out of the 4 classes I’m taking next semester: “Prerequisite: C or above in Accounting 132 or equivalent”.

Now I need to go and talk to my academic advisor in the college of business to get overrides for all of those classes.

“…and a D for the course.”

I just read that sentence over and over again, like it would magically say “C” instead of “D”.

My wishes did not come true.

I received a D, for the first time in my college career - on my transcript for all to see.

I have failed -

Yesterday, I woke up at 6:00AM, a nervous wreck about my Accounting Final. I put so much time into studying for that thing, I feel I like I have gone nowhere. I mean honestly, will I ever use accounting, EVER in my career? Probably not. Will I EVER need to consult an accountant? Maybe, but more than likely not! So where does this fit into my major?

Oh wait, it doesn’t. It fits into my MINOR - which, by the way, is Business Administration - just something to fall back on in case computers go out of style or something.

Needless to say, I took the test, and afterwards, I was still shaking. I went to the instructor during his office hours last week and he said that I needed a 72% on the final in order to get a C out of class - a 72%?! You realize that this means that I must have LESS than a 70% in the accounting class right now in order to need a 72% in order to get a C.

This semester in a word:

Suck-tacular-bitch-tastic-ass-kickin-whore.

That’s one word, right?

I honestly think that is how everyone is feeling. Between yesterday and today, walking through the quad, so many people and not a SINGLE person waved to each other. No talking on the quad, no laughing, not even a single bird chirping. I feel like everyone is going to the same funeral, mourning for their grade.

The only good thing about this whole semester, is last week my Multimedia Applications instructor called me up (he called everyone up individually) to give me my grade, and he said that I had one of the highest grade’s in the class. Which is a 99% - the only points I missed was 10 points on the Group Project, and 10 points on the quiz (he made each of the True/False questions worth FIVE points - and I got them both wrong, go figure).

Which basically meant that I would have to have received a 46% on the final in order to get a B in the class. I didn’t even study for that final and I probably received an A.

Oh, the inhumanity.