I was pretty damn sure this semester that I was just stupid. My mind just could not encompass the secrets and overarching themes of music theory, but alas! I may not merely have such a disposition! After last year’s physics fiasco, I’ve decided to be lighter on my teachers rather than…well, a bitch; however, I’ve been much too lenient it seems, only blaming myself for this.
While filling out teacher evaluations last week, it turns out my whole class hates him as a teacher. He tangents to unrelated subjects, provides unclear explanations when questions arise or circumvents them entirely, and does not clear up matters very well, even in office hours (I’ve learned that one first had as well).
So, maybe I’m not so dumb. I’m not blaming this man entirely for my lack of grace, but he definitely didn’t help. Let’s just say, it’s entirely logical for my young mind to say it’s better that “He’s a bad teacher and I’m stupid” rather than “I’m stupid.”
But let me just say this now…
GOODBYE SUMMA CUM LAUDE, IT WAS GREAT TRYING TO STRIVE FOR YOU!!!
…I hope my counselor never sees this. We’re working on me NOT basing my self-worth on grades… oops…
In other news: the last time I left my counselor’s office, he said he was going to Google TVXQ and JYJ.
Oh dear gods, what have I done?
What if he sees “Triangle”?! What if he sees “Ayy Girl”?! What if he sees those awful silver stripper suits from “T” tour?!