My Failure - Explained

For those of you out there who have read my previous post that states what my French Teacher emailed me - I just got your email and I have updated your grade. It is now a 67% D! Yay! - and think I am a complete and total idiot, let me explain.

I loved French at my highschool. But then my teacher retired and left us. For me, who needs 4 years of Foreign Language for college, it was a huge let-down. I had to find a way to get my final 2 credits. So my school came up with a solution I thought was great at the time:

Online French.

Worst. Mistake. Ever.

It's hard, okay? I'm not gonna lie I usually get A's in school. The lowest grade I have ever gotten was a 93 in Keyboarding (yes, keyboarding) my Freshman year because I was a slacker. So this whole D business is ridiculous.

Technically speaking - I am not getting a D. Mom and Josh - don't freak out. My school started two weeks after the online course began which puts me and Alli (the only two left in the course out of 33. Hm.) wayyy behind. The site which hosts our course puts up our 'final' grade: which is technically an 88% for me right now. And since French is weighted - a 98%.

Okay, so now you're like 'she's an idiot, why's she freaking out', right?

Or you're a nice person and just am wondering why I ramble.

Middlebury, the site which hosts our course, takes the grade from the work we've done so far - so I'm doing 88% work. Solid B - work. Sigh. But my real French teacher ( I assume she's real, I've never seen her) grades on the total points from the course - which is 2 Units ahead of me. Out of 900 points I have like, 400/500 something - a solid D. Up until 6 hours ago I had a 43.8% percent.

Yes, my parents are extremely proud of me.

Basically, I just have to catch up and I will get my 88% grade. But it's hard and it stresses me out.

I take French to learn it, I'm not already fluent. Everything in the course is Fluent French. My last french teacher couldn't even understand the videos because they spoke too quickly. This class is eons, lightyears, DEDADES (which are smaller than lightyears, in retrospect) than I have ever been in previous years. I hate it. With a burning passion.

On that happy note, I must go.