Ketchup

I tried to update on Friday, but I had some major computer troubles.

Anyway, I chose Maine. I had a great time. I saw all of my friends and got the last bit of jewelry that I needed for prom (which is next friday!). I showed off the few Italy pictures that I had. Everything went well until the last day, when Mom began to cry because she didn't want to go home.



Something interesting happened in Chemistry on Friday. We had a quiz. Sounds normal, right? Well, after finishing, I asked the teacher to grade it in front of me. So you know what he did? He pulled another student's quiz out of the pile and began grading mine to hers.

"What are you doing?" I asked rather angrily.

"Gradin'," he responded dumbly.

"P., why are you grading my test against another student's? That is totally not fair!" I barked.

"Besides," Mel put her two cents in, "How do you know she has everything right?"

You know what he answered, "I don't."

............................................................................. What is wrong with that?

"So where's the key, P.?" I asked, infuriated.

"I don't have a key for this quiz. I don't know the answers..."

"So you grade mine against another student, whom you aren't sure if they are correct or not?"

"Tchya," he said like a moron.

"No, P.! Stop it!" I yelled.

All the while this other stuff was going on, he was marking just about every question wrong. All the while telling me to check the questions in the packet. I looked and so did Mel. We realized that I had quite a few questions right. When we told him he looked stupidly at my answers and then at the question sheet.

"You're right," he said and marked one of the many wrong right. Meanwhile, he didn't mark it wrong on the other student's sheet.

My eyes were burning with anger. I had the strongest desire to strangle him right there. I grabbed my answers from him and clenched my fists at my side and stomped back to my seat. I re-wrote all of my answers on a fresh sheet of paper and handed it back to him without corrections. I tore the other one up and threw it away.

Well, Chemistry is next period. I can't wait to see what happens. I wonder if he even graded the quizes...



Anyway, I'm going to a colege fair today at West Point. Gravelle was pissed when Mel and I told him. We had a game schedualed today... a reschedualed game. Anyway, he's gonna change it for us. He made it very clear to us that he wasn't mad at us, but the lack of interes by fellow students.

*sigh*

That's life.