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Post by DontKicktheBrit on Nov 5, 2006 22:19:53 GMT -5
Hmm...I'd say try and pull up your grade first, but if that doesn't work, then go to your parents with the former, tell them that you tried to pull up your grade. It looks like you put in more effort.
I'm sorry your failing Bekah, that always sucks. I was failing art in September (yes I know, "who fails art?!?!" well I do...its not that I'm artistically challenged, I just didn't turn something in...that just happened to be worth 300 points...) and so I switched to Jewelry class, which is a LOT more fun. But before I switched I was totally freaking out, especially about what my dad would say, so I know how you feel.
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Post by Bekah on Nov 5, 2006 22:30:03 GMT -5
yeah, my parents are big on grades...I hate it when they're like that. I don't want parents that don't care, but I don't want perfectionism either. I'm a perfectionist and so are both my parents and my sister. By brother avoided the gene somehow...anyways, I am freaking out about what my parents will do if they find out before I tell them.
plus, a huge assignment is coming up and if I score well on that, I can probably pull it up a lot...not to mention everyone in my class is failing because of that test, and it's a group project and so it should work out well because my friends and I can help pull each other's grades up...
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Post by DontKicktheBrit on Nov 5, 2006 22:35:23 GMT -5
If they found out before you told them, just tell them the truth; that you were going to tell them, but you wanted to see if you could just bring up your grades first, and that you were working very hard on the upcoming project to do that.
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Post by Bekah on Nov 5, 2006 22:37:33 GMT -5
Brit, I love you, you're a genius.
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Post by DontKicktheBrit on Nov 5, 2006 22:46:30 GMT -5
Actually I'm a psychologist's daughter. Lol. Actually that's just what I would do.
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Post by Bekah on Nov 5, 2006 22:50:59 GMT -5
wow, do you ever go and talk to your dad and he'll cut you off saying your time is up for the week?
Being a psychologist is cool, my parents think I would stink at it because I would probably tell the people to go get lives or say they shouldn't be complaining because I went through worse (which is true. People thought I would commit suicide last year and were afraid I would get really depressed. I never got depressed and I didn't even think about suicide the entire time. I don't mind you asking what happened, I've told the story many-a-time)
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Post by DontKicktheBrit on Nov 5, 2006 22:57:01 GMT -5
Lol, no he's never done that, suprisingly. Right now he's a proffessor of psychology actually.
I might of actually saved a friend of mine from committing suicide. She was all depressed before we met and thought she'd probably die by suicide before long (this is what she's told me) but then we became friends at a summer camp and afterwards she realized that she wasn't depressed anymore. That really made me feel very special, and she really doesn't seem the type to be depressed either.
I know how you feel with telling stories and people are all like curious, but are always hesitant to ask because they're like, "if you don't mind," and stuff, or they act like it's really sad. People do that when I tell them I'm adopted, for instance.
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Post by Bekah on Nov 5, 2006 23:05:57 GMT -5
It wasn't Cissy was it??? Anyways, my thing started in September of 8th grade...I was on AIM and I got an instant message from one of my friends from Maryland saying that one of my best friends had died a week earlier of Lieukemia...a few days later my parents tell me my dad might get transferred to Canada and I tell my friend that I might as well commit suicide if I move there becuase I have no life there. She told her mom, her mom told my mom and my parents thought I was suicidal when the whole comment was made in a joking manner. After that, my mother kept accusing me of being either emo or goth. Then, I started likeing one of my guy friends and told him and he told me he could never like me that way (he said it in a rude way too) and then he asked my best friend out the next day. In December one of my Maryland friend's dad died and so I was pretty bummed about that too...then, the guy who I began to like dumped my best friend and I yelled at him and he told me I couldn't sing to save my life (which is so stupid because I am a way better singer than he is...it was during musical auditions) and caused me to lose confidence and sing badly for my audition. We got in a fight and didn't speak for months. Through this whole time I am being socially ridiculed by the jerks of the grade for no aparent reason at all and it's adding to my hate of the world... In February he asks my best friend out again and they're back together, he apologizes and we're all friends again. April, my cousin dies in a car wreck...we fly to MD for the funeral, fly back I find out my brother got a DWI and the preist at my parish has been shipped to rehab for alcoholism. May, the guy who I liked tells me he can no longer pretend to be my friend and that he lies to y face and makes fun behind my back. I write him a very detailed hate note which he shows to his friends, lies about showing it to them, I don't speak to him for an entire week, like there is literally no verbal communication from me, but he is trying to get me to talk. When he finally apologizes, I tel him I'll never rust him again and he's fine with that. No one has any clue how hard going through 3 deaths in such a short time is...it's like getting hit every three seconds before you can recover from the last blow...
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Post by LunarEclipse on Nov 5, 2006 23:12:39 GMT -5
It wasn't Cissy was it??? Anyways, my thing started in September of 8th grade...I was on AIM and I got an instant message from one of my friends from Maryland saying that one of my best friends had died a week earlier of Lieukemia...a few days later my parents tell me my dad might get transferred to Canada and I tell my friend that I might as well commit suicide if I move there becuase I have no life there. She told her mom, her mom told my mom and my parents thought I was suicidal when the whole comment was made in a joking manner. After that, my mother kept accusing me of being either emo or goth. Then, I started likeing one of my guy friends and told him and he told me he could never like me that way (he said it in a rude way too) and then he asked my best friend out the next day. In December one of my Maryland friend's dad died and so I was pretty bummed about that too...then, the guy who I began to like dumped my best friend and I yelled at him and he told me I couldn't sing to save my life (which is so stupid because I am a way better singer than he is...it was during musical auditions) and caused me to lose confidence and sing badly for my audition. We got in a fight and didn't speak for months. Through this whole time I am being socially ridiculed by the jerks of the grade for no aparent reason at all and it's adding to my hate of the world... In February he asks my best friend out again and they're back together, he apologizes and we're all friends again. April, my cousin dies in a car wreck...we fly to MD for the funeral, fly back I find out my brother got a DWI and the preist at my parish has been shipped to rehab for alcoholism. May, the guy who I liked tells me he can no longer pretend to be my friend and that he lies to y face and makes fun behind my back. I write him a very detailed hate note which he shows to his friends, lies about showing it to them, I don't speak to him for an entire week, like there is literally no verbal communication from me, but he is trying to get me to talk. When he finally apologizes, I tel him I'll never rust him again and he's fine with that. No one has any clue how hard going through 3 deaths in such a short time is...it's like getting hit every three seconds before you can recover from the last blow... Yeowch Bekah. You always seemed the happiest out of all of us (except for inlove, but she's always hyper), If anyone would have told me that you suicidal, I WOULD HAVE LMAO!!!! But still, wanna hug?
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Post by Bekah on Nov 5, 2006 23:21:35 GMT -5
it'd be nice. I was never suicidal though...people just thought I was.
And people think it's weird because I am always hyper and happy at school and so is my best friend and we like skip down the hall. My friends have made crack jokes about us before, they're pretty funny though. (don't worry, I don't do drugs, I swear)
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Post by --inlove-- on Nov 6, 2006 6:09:22 GMT -5
awww, poor Bekah. that's so sad. the long post before, I mean.
I'll give you a hug, too.....
but good that you are so happy
haha... you're not doing drugs, I know.... that's funny 'cause my friends are always like "are you on drugs?" all the time 'cause of my hyperness... it's kinda funny.....
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Post by Bekah on Nov 6, 2006 7:15:49 GMT -5
awww, poor Bekah. that's so sad. the long post before, I mean. I'll give you a hug, too..... but good that you are so happy haha... you're not doing drugs, I know.... that's funny 'cause my friends are always like "are you on drugs?" all the time 'cause of my hyperness... it's kinda funny..... me too, they always say my best friend and I are on crack. It's pretty hilarius actually, the jokes they make...
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Post by --inlove-- on Nov 6, 2006 19:54:24 GMT -5
yeah, they like to tease me
oh well it's pretty amusing
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Post by LunarEclipse on Nov 6, 2006 20:01:44 GMT -5
awww, poor Bekah. that's so sad. the long post before, I mean. I'll give you a hug, too..... but good that you are so happy haha... you're not doing drugs, I know.... that's funny 'cause my friends are always like "are you on drugs?" all the time 'cause of my hyperness... it's kinda funny..... me too, they always say my best friend and I are on crack. It's pretty hilarius actually, the jokes they make... (if you dont want to, it's okay) Would you mind telling us?
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Post by Bekah on Nov 6, 2006 20:08:33 GMT -5
alright, my friend and I were skiping through the halls and we stopped in front of my guy friend Center and he says, "Why do I get the odd feeling that the level of crack in the world just went down...maybe it was smoked...by two students at John Paul the Second High School...hmm."
Another time, we were skipping and ran to stop in front of my group of friends after school and Center, again, goes "Speaking of crack." And Morgan and I start cracking up. and Center says, "No, Juliette was talking about how she was cracking up during class, and then you two come up, and hey! It's Morgan and Bekah!"
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