My Speech Professor’s Inability to Update Her Gradebook-

Can I just say how incredibly ridiculous this is right now?
I am getting physically and psychologically stressed the hell out because of my Speech professor. (bit of backstory about the current horrible grades- because I screwed up on one thing in my speech outline, she gave me a zero for the whole project, which was my midterm. That was the cause of many panic attacks soon after I received the grade.)
My Speech professor has not updated my classes grades for almost an entire month. It is finals week, and I’m still looking at a 55 in this class, a class I desperately need to pass to get my scholarships back. We have done soooooooo many assignments and assessments over the last month, and I feel like I’ve done very well on all that’s been given to me. BUT I DON’T FUCKING KNOW THAT FOR A FACT.
I’m already stressed about my other classes, but the thought that I might fail this class, because she has given me no indication that my grades are improving, or that she cares enough to at least post the grades I’ve been making, is making me ill. Panic attacks, migraines, loss of appetite, and a general sick feeling in my stomach, are all related to this.
It is ridiculous the amount of power this teacher, and her carelessness with posting grades for any of her classes (a huge complaint I’ve heard from many of her other students), has over me and my well-being.

syuuroukumori:

For anyone who doesn’t know, I graduated this past sunday.

Being in the top of my class I was asked to speak at graduation. When the principal asked me what I was going to speak about, I told him I wanted to talk about the boy who killed himself because he was bullied. He got really upset at me, and told me “you’ll just bring the ceremony down” and “no one wants to hear about that”

He doesn’t know that the boy was my friend. And that the same kids who bullied him used to bully me.

I bitched at him and told him I was going to do it one way or another so he might as well give me his blessing. Eventually he conceded, but he said I had to keep it on a lighter note.

He also promised me that the six of us would be on stage together. And that he wanted each of us to be happy with what we’re speaking about. I told him I have social anxiety, and that I had to have someone with me. I also wanted to go last.

He made me go up by myself, and I had to go in the middle, not last. And even had the nerve to give me a dirty look when I insisted on having my inhaler because I knew I’d have a panic attack.

I had the loudest round of applause. And after the ceremony, the boy’s grandmother and mother both came up to me and gave me a hug and thanked me for what I did. I also was stopped several times and messaged on facebook several times by people I dont know and thanked.

Now tell me how I brought the ceremony down. Tell me no one wanted to hear about it. Tell me I didn’t do a good thing. Tell me I deserved to be treated like shit.

monetizeyourcat:

vlogbloopers:

wow get a job

are you talking to the photographer or the dog because if you’re talking to the dog i agree