I did a thread like this about five months ago, so I thought I'd bring it back. Basically, just list your classes, how you did, and any and all excuses you feel like making for your performance--or lack thereof. (High School students: feel free to participate as well.)
I only took twelve credits this semester, because I'm graduating shortly after the summer.
1. Creative Writing: This class was easy, dreadfully easy. The professor and I had some pretty heated disputes early on, so I thought I was going to have trouble. It was a four hour class that met once a week, Saturday morning, from 9:50 AM to 12:50 PM. The work ranged from OK, to what the fuck is this woman doing, to thank Christ we can write our own stuff now. A few students didn't take the workshops seriously, so there was always some comic relief. I'm just glad I'll never have to sit in a circle and watch Momento again; I slept during that entire class, by the way. Fucking hate that movie. A
2. Civilizations of the Ancient World: This guy was a fucking motormouth who gave notes like he was dictating a novel. Ironically, though a lot of people complained about him and his style, I found the class interesting; well, at least in the sense that most of the historical information proved to be ridiculously redundant. Maybe it's just the way he taught, but every civilization seemed to form from similar wars that were fought using varying geographical advantages. Then, of course, a ruler would assimilate (or not) the culture of the conquered peoples, blah, blah, blah. It was a strict textbook class: He gave two tests, a ten page paper, and a final. I did everything, but I don't think I did as well on the final as I did on my paper or the first two tests. A-
3. French 2: This is the class that almost ruined my chances for the upper echelon Private schools. I waited almost a year and a half to take the follow-up class to French 1, and I had forgotten everything. Within the first week, our sarcastic-as-hell professor pushed us into the Passe Compose and a bunch of other verb concepts that I simply couldn't understand. Then, I caught a bad throat thing (I think it was laryngitis) and missed four straight classes. After that, I more or less gave up entirely. I did homework sparsely, and I bombed on two tests. I must say though, my difficulties were not the teacher's fault whatsoever; the man was a great linguist with a terrifically fucked-up, bitter sense of humor. Anyway, with only three days to study for the final, a few of you guys here on the forums helped me study. I passed, and as I was leaving the room, he said, "Hey, good luck." C (which is what I needed, so I'm more than happy, especially considering that I was in F territory)
4. Golf: Fuck this class. Fuck this professor. Fuck this sport. Our final grade was supposed to be determined by how good our swing was. Basically, all the kids with swings who hit the ball far (on their first try) got an A. Meanwhile, I had to take a few swings, with the best form I could, on my final to get a good hit (even though he claims he was only looking for a good swing, not contact). After all that nonsense, he called me over to give me my grade and said, "Be honest, what do you think you got?" I replied, "I don't know, B-?" He put his hand up and said, "My man, YOU GOT IT!" I can't say that I'm surprised considering that he taught me how to putt by going, "C'mon boy, where ya nuts at? Put the club against your nuts, and use your shoulders!" B-
5: Aerobics: The teacher was an absolute vegan nutcase who worked us to death and played the most irritating contemporary radio pop, but if you had less than one absence and aced her five question final (what do your abs do?), she gave you an A. I was the only guy in the class, so some of her speeches about feminine hygiene were a bit awkward. A
So, how'd you do this semester?
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