I can't decide if this morning was bad or good.
I went to Japanese, and we got our tests back. Like I'd figured, I failed it horribly. I got 49%. At the top, in lovely big letters underneath the grade, was written the fear-inducing "SEE ME."
After class I went up to him, and he told me to meet him up in his office in five minutes. Went up there and waited, trying to calm down. He came back and we sat down. I started bawling, etc., we talked about various things I could do (study group, tutors, Japanese-speaking friends, getting a cassette player to listen to the tapes, sitting in on another teacher's lower-level class, etc.). He said it was okay, he knew it wouldn't happen again, that it was just the shock of switching over to the new book and diving headfirst into literary Japanese when before we'd just done conversational Japanese. Then he asked me about time, and if I had a job; I said no but I needed one, and then asked me if I had financial issues and he was "all that's okay, everybody has something distracting them and it's not always good." We looked at my grades from last semester and he said I'd stayed pretty much the same, hadn't dipped up and down much grade-wise. Then he said he'd switch the chapter sections around, so we'd do the dialogue first and then the massive article of doom, and that if I could get my hands on a cassette player he'd loan me the tapes to listen to. There was also more discussion about forming a study group for the class. Last, he told me that I could only go up.
All in all, I came out feeling pretty relived about the whole thing.
 radioactive alchemist · Wed Sep 05, 2007 @ 11:08pm · 0 Comments |
