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My tenth to eleventh transition was brutal😭 I dropped by a solid 11% (99% in tenth to 88% in eleventh)

im going into social sciences, if i get a 75 in this class will that look bad on applications

edit: I actually have a 69

E-mail from Adam Lanza (sixteen years old, eleventh grade) to his mother, 11:25 PM: You do not seem to understand that I was attempting to comfort you with what I consider to be a maxim with which to live. You unfortunately probably still do not understand what I mean. As a disclaimer: I type nothing in this that is in a tone that is condescending, vindictive, malicious, snide, malignant, or any synonym that you can think of. I mean well. If you believe that you wasted your life, as you seem to have insinuated, you will gain nothing from regretting it and will only depress yourself; you cannot change anything from the past. There is something that I can assure you of that will always be true: it does not matter if you live for the next one year, five years, ten years, fifteen years, twenty years, thirty years, fifty years or even 100 years; the day before you die you will regret ever worrying about your life instead of thinking of what you want to do. Every new year that you do live, you will regret not having started anything that you wanted to do the year prior, only regretting the past more. What I mean is that you should think of what you want to do today; not starting next year or next month, but today. Thinking that you are not going to be able to do anything in the future will only ensure that fate. Also thinking that you are too “old” is going to ensure the same fate. It is not as though I do not mean that you are homeless and begging; I would spend my life savings to prevent that out of obligation for what you have done for me. My personality is merely inherently unmoving; I will not be upset over something that you cannot change. And you should not be upset either. What you should do is think about what you want to do. I also want to mention that I purchased something two weeks ago on Newegg to double your computer’s memory without even saying anything until now. I do not try to avoid doing anything for you as you seem to think. I am glad that I was born, and I appreciate your having taken care of me. (It is not my fault if you have not detected as much of an increase in speed as I would have liked, however; I blame its outdated processor. I would change that if I could, but it’s not possible to do so for your model.) Please read the first paragraph again.

Hi I am 10 days late but do you think they would still take my self reported grades late?? Thank u

I’m currently heading into my senior year of high school, but I want to repeat my eleventh grade year again. I have two options:

Option A: Repeat. I was not focused on school, my attendance speaks for itself, and I lowered my gpa from a 3.4 to a 3.2. I feel like I’m not emotionally and mentally prepared for college and growing up.. My eleventh grade school year was filled with family issues amongst my sister and mother, girlfriend problems, horrible time-management, and internal emotional turbulence. I want to buy myself another year of schooling to fully grasp and retain information and prepare better for the SAT/ACT. Repeating the year would give me a better understanding of the missed material, mental and academically growth, and preparation for college with this bought time.

Option B: Onwards. If I go into my senior year, I will be overwhelmed with trying to learn missed information, studying for the SAT/ACT, and new subjects. I configured my senior schedule to take a AP course in Biology and Psychology. I would have to study for multiple subjects in a short amount of time. Make up my final grade in my engineering class. Also, college admissions begin around November and December which wouldn’t give me enough time to raise my gpa up significantly to a 3.5 or 3.6.

Please help me. My family says its a stupid idea to repeat, but none of them know what I went through my junior year. I want to and will work hard the second time.

But my Psychology teacher is my favorite because she's into anime, like, has watched more animes than me type of into anime. Now I know who to ask for recommendations.

Tl;dr: 4th grade ez, finish fast - good 11th grade hard, finish first - bad

Any type of science such as anatomy, chemistry, Biology, etc.

I reconnected with a lot of my old friends at my twenty-fifth high school reunion last Saturday, and we retold countless stories from our teenage years, some more pleasant than others. I vaguely remembered what happened to Tommy Aldridge, but much of my high school experience has become fuzzy over the years. I was never close with him, but my buddy Ben Anderson said he was there the night it happened. No matter how much everybody asked, Ben never said anything. Eventually, the rest of us stopped prying and moved on with our lives. Junior year faded, and everyone carried on. It wasn’t until we were drunk at the open bar that I finally got the story out of him.

“Ever since we were kids, people told us not to go into that house,” Ben kept his voice low, like he was afraid of anyone hearing him. “Everybody said it. ‘There’s a monster at the end of Murdock Lane.’ No matter how stupid it sounded, there has always been a part of me that knew it was true.”

I listened intently as the once hidden memories of high school slowly began to creep back. Ben always was a good story teller. He had the voice for it.

“It was prom night, after the dance. Tommy’s date ditched him, and I decided to cheer him up. Everyone knew about the house, but no one had ever been brave enough to go inside.”

I remembered the house Ben was talking about. It sat right at the far end of Murdock Lane, and seemed to be a lot farther away from the rest of the homes on the street than it should have been. I’m not sure what it was, but there was something off about the whole neighborhood. Maybe that’s why it had been empty for years, long before I was even born. I was a pretty big wuss as a kid –still am, I suppose. No matter how deep I dug within myself, I could never muster up the courage to even enter the old subdivision.

“This house, man, it's…disturbed. I brought Tommy up to the driveway and dared him to go inside. Initially, he flat out refused, but I was persistent. Tommy said that he would only go in if I went with him,” Ben paused, swallowing the last of his drink. “We were fucking idiots.”

“Both of us went in. The door almost disintegrated when Tommy pushed it open, and as I had promised, I followed him into the foyer. There should have been dust, or cobwebs, or something, but the inside was fully furnished and clean, like somebody still lived there. It just felt wrong.”

There were a lot of stories surrounding the house on Murdock Lane. Supposedly –and I have never be

I know you need the basis of previous topics learned in previous years, but is it mainly what you learn in junior year that’s the majority of the SAT Math section?

maannn why am I so confused and conflicted all the time? Please tell me this goes away when you grow older.

I remember asking my dad a couple years ago if emotions got easier to deal with when you grew as old as he was (forty) and he said no. That was disappointing. I feel like I was a lot more reasonable as a kid, a lot less of an overthinker and a lot less sensitive. I want to be a reliable, honest, and mature person, and I try really hard, but I still feel like a baby.

Things have started to... become grating. Like the constant rise and fall of emotions. Or the way my parents always seem to talk about the same things. Or the way every day I become more aware of how short five minutes are. And how important - and difficult - it is to keep the small promises you make.

am I just stressed about school? That might actually be it. yeah only 2 weeks left till midterms and I've got 3 presentations due this week, one of which I have no idea how to do. I guess I'll figure it out.

I really don't want to fall into debt with student loans, that would be my worst nightmare. I can see myself losing a job or something and falling into bankruptcy. Please help me get some relief in this because my future is worrying.

Thanks for your answers.

So, what happened to my favourite elemental hero decks? Can i still play them? I got my elemental hero grand neos and im planning on completing my deck. Which deck would you guys recommend? Thank you.

Just some background info for context; (tell me if this stuff isn't relevant pls) -17 years old, turning 18 this coming November -currently set to be a senior -GPA (weighted) for junior year was a 3.4 -GPA (weighted) cumulative for high school is a 3.86 -Want to major in Biology/Physics/Chemistry/Biochemistry/etc. with maybe a minor in Psychology, Spanish -part of the school gifted program -currently being treated for Major Depressive Disorder, ADHD, Insomnia, OCD, Generalized Anxiety Disorder, Dermatillomania -Have permission from the school to repeat (for grade replacement) my 11th grade year of high school

So, after all of that, my questions are as follows: -Should I do this? Reasoning being that I didn't learn very much from not doing my homework/classwork because I wasn't being treated for mental illness, I can replace my old shitty grades with better ones that I KNOW I'm capable of achieving- if I do that, maybe I can get into the Medical school I've been dreaming of since I was a kid one day! -Will doing this have any effect on how colleges/universities potentially view me? Like, will they know that I repeated a year? Will they care? Will they think that it shows that I'm dedicated and take the initiative and hold myself accountable or will they think that I'm problematic/lazy/dumb/idek? -Anyone else here done this? Repeated a grade not because you failed any classes or standardized tests but just as a way to fix your old mistakes and move forward? If so, please share your experiences!

Can't think of anything else right now, but I'll edit/comment if I come up with more questions. Thanks in advance, everyone. :)

I am 17 years old but most people think I am maybe somewhere around 11. When I was with my younger sister, she was talking about going in to tenth grade with a person who worked at a store, she said "aww is this your sister what grade is she going in to". She said eleventh grade and for half a second the person didn't believe her. Then she said ohh and started laughing for a few seconds, then there was a few seconds of oops I shouldn't be laughing. People automatically think that I am not in high school and say "when you get to high school there will be this" and then they get so surprised when I say I am in eleventh grade. I did this activity thing last summer with fourth fith and sixth graders and they thought I was about their age. I think I sometimes exaggerate how big of a deal this is. Its not like an incredibly big difference or anything. But at the same time sometimes I feel like I am not relatable with people my same age. Not the way I look but the way I act. People in my same grade are talking about getting jobs, driving cars, some are even buying houses. I am just not as interested in becoming friends with most my age as I used to be. Even with kids I used to be friends with years ago. I can have a fun conversation about a certain tv show one moment and then the subject changes to something weird and I dont have anything to say. There are some people at school who I talk to a little bit for a few seconds each day but other then that I dont really have friends.

Is it like high school in any way? (Some of my teachers say yes, others no.)

Are there required classes?

Do you get to choose who your teachers are? (saw a few comments on here about getting classes with certain people.)

How much does it really cost? (as in time, effort?)

What's this whole thing about "majors" and "minors"?

Is it really to early for me to be thinking about this?

Sorry if I'm being a bother. If I am, please tell me!

I have a friend who is a grade lower than me who gets sick a lot. That's not the issue here. The issue is, I stayed home today so I could go to the doctor because my mom thinks I have bronchitis. My friend, who has had bronchitis, asked me where I was so I told her. She immediately told me she doesn't think I have it because I wasn't coughing a lot yesterday.

What.

I explained to her that not everyone gets the same symptoms for things and that I was showing other signs of having it, like a sore throat and ear pain.

"But still. Coughing, man."

She could not accept the fact that I might possibly have bronchitis because, damn it all, I'm not coughing a lot. I asked her why she was all uppety about the subject. It's not really her business in any case. He only explanation was "I don't really think you have it. You haven't been coughing. And when you have, it just sounds like a normal cough."

Even when I told her all the other stuff that I AM doing she just COULD NOT accept the fact that I might just have bronchitis. Because I haven't been coughing.

I don't understand people who pretend to know everything about stuff like sicknesses just because they've had then in a certain way before but she was the only one I've experienced who absolutely would not accept the fact that she might be wrong. I don't want to be sick. Being sick sucks. But I hope I roll out of the doctor's office with a prescription and a bronchitis diagnosis so she'll shut her mouth.

First - Previous

Jennifer arrived ten light hours from the sun.

She didn't want to spook anybody. She needed to do a bit of reconnaissance before deciding how to approach the situation. First impressions were important.

Her eye tentacles spread into the familiar telescopic pattern, providing a clear view of the solar system's features even at this distance.

Uranus was closest. It looked much as she remembered from school, though now she could see it across the full electromagnetic spectrum. So many colors humans had no names for swam in the mix with the familiar steel blue. It was the infrared that was the most telling. There were hotspots in orbit. Little stations with umbilicals dangling down into the planet's cloudy depths. Mining platforms?

One of the stations was considerably larger than the others, and had what looked for all intents and purposes like a massive gun mounted to it, pointing sunward. A delivery system for the mined materials, perhaps? As she watched her suspicions were confirmed. A hot little craft moved from one of the smaller stations to the large one, then departed again. Shortly after, the station's heat signature brightened considerably, then a speck rocketed sunward.

The moons were dotted with hotspots too. By far the most activity seemed to be on the second largest, which had not just isolated spots but a seeming network of structures across its surface. Jennifer tried to remember the name. It was something from Shakespeare, wasn't it? Something with an O. Ophelia? Orlando? Olivia? Oberon! That was it. Her eleventh grade teacher, Mrs. Baker, would be proud. If she wasn't long dead.

Neptune and Saturn seemed to be on the opposite side of the sun at the moment, so the next closest object was Jupiter.

There was a lot of activity around Jupiter. Hundreds of the little orbital platforms, two of the space guns in sight from this angle, and hotspots all over most of the larger moons. All enclosed structures though, it seems no terraforming had been done. Jennifer thought she could see why. Even from this distance the intensity of the radiation around Jupiter was visible to her. An unprotected human likely couldn't survive on any of its moons, even if it had a breathable atmosphere. She idly speculated that they might try to colonize below the moon's surfaces,

I - A new arrival

Opoki, the day before vacations.

“Attention class. One quick announcement before you can go enjoy a well deserved vacation”, Instructor Kijilek said out loud with his distinctive soothing tone. Slowly, the classroom became silent once again. If they had to stay in silence for a minute in order to finish early, so be it.

“I shouldn’t be telling this but it’s preferable to start the next semester taken by surprise”, he continued calmly. Kijilek had been teaching since the end of the war and he knew a couple of tricks to keep his students focused. “From next semester a human will be joining our section”, Kijilek said after an instant of silence.

Kijilek wasn’t a human being. Nobody in the classroom was. He was an ulmo-drekshac, a humanoid alien that looked somewhat like a snake. A cobra to be exact. He had two frontal fangs and his skin was covered in shining scales of blue and green. Despite the resemblance, he didn’t slither like a snake. The ulmo-drekshac, just like any other species of the Volgar Group, had two arms and two legs and walked upright.

As expected, a murmur of concern arose from the student seats. Instructor Kijilek recognized the fear and anxiety implied in their voices. The ulmo-drekshac might not have the most keen nose but their ears were good enough.

Kijilek understood perfectly well the fears of the students. Sentient species were divided into two groups, minor species and major species. The minor species were small, had weak bodies and were mostly herbivorous. Major species, on the other side, came from death-worlds. Planets with crushing gravity, hyper-competitive habitats, natural disasters and brutal temperature variation. And they have bodies according to their home planets. Major species were big, strong and had a natural tendency to violence.

Kijilek’s section belonged to the non-combatant group. Just like in the outside world, students were also divided into two groups. Combatant class and Not-combatant class.

With the exception of three tall snake-like ulmo-drekshacs, everyone else in the classroom belonged to a minor species. Even more, the ulmo-drekshac, although a major species, were rarely regarded as deathworlders. They were tall, yes, but not as strong as a mikaja or a pure-blood drekshac and despised violence.

The concerns product of the arrival of an individual from a major species to a non-combatant section was understandable. It was like announcing that an adult gorilla was starting

I’m currently in the eleventh grade, or so I should be. I should be graduating next year. I should be preparing for college. I should be studying and going to school every day.

I have the education of a sixth-grader, if that, since that was when my education went off the track. I was so depressed and stressed out by life that I became suicidal. Since then, my parents have always focused on my mental health instead of my education. Now that I’m older and have very little education, I feel like my life is destined to fail.

I’m still struggling to deal with everyday stressors, and am working to get away from an abusive parent, alongside build social skills and make friends. I’m doing my best to learn, but it’s so daunting and energy-consuming. Every time I even think about school I get so overwhelmed that I start crying.

Without a high school diploma, without a college degree, I’ll go nowhere. I won’t ever make more than minimum wage. I won’t be able to have a nice home. I won’t know a moment where I’m not regretting not getting an education. I’m trying so, so hard, but I’ve already failed life. I’m set up for failure and even though I’m putting everything I have into it, I’ll never be able to overcome it.

ABOUT SOPHIE

Sophie Kate Elliot was born on the 11th of June 1985 in Ravensbourne, Dunedin to Gilbert and Lesley Elliot. She was the third child to the couple and their only daughter with two older brothers, Chris, seven years older and Nick, 11 years older.

Sophie’s mother Lesley said she was a real “girly girl” even from a young age. She loved to express herself through arts and dance and began ballet at just four years old. It wasn’t long before Soph branched out into other areas of performing arts like drama and music. In her book “Sophie’s Legacy”, Lesley writes that one of her earliest memories of Sophie on stage was in a play and that she could hardly believe what she was seeing and hearing.

Her mother Lesley said that Sophie had all the confidence in the world and was very good. Lesley said that music, dance, singing and drama loomed large in Sophie’s life.

When Sophie was 11, her oldest brother Nick moved to Australia. A year later, Chris moved out to go flatting. Sophie’s father Gil travelled often for work which meant Sophie and her mum Lesley were left alone together a lot of the time. This led the pair to develop a very deep bond and Lesley described their relationship as more than just mother and daughter - they were best friends.

Sophie was an incredibly diligent and capable student. She worked hard at school and as a result, she graduated from Saint Hilda’s Collegiate School with the Proxime Accessit cup, awarded to the second highest ranking student in the school.

Her former principal at high school described Sophie as the quintessential St Hilda’s girl with twinkling eyes and a drive that would see her achieve great things.

When she graduated, Sophie went on to study Economics at the University of Otago which is where her path tragically crossed with that of Clayton Weatherston.

In the last year of her degree, 2007; sometime around her 22nd birthday, Sophie Elliot was working late at the university one night when she was approached by one of her lecturers — 33-year-old economics supervisor Clayton Weatherston. He asked her if she would like to have dinner with him. Sophie accepted.

ABOUT CLAYTON

Clayton Robert Weatherston was born on the 9th of January 1976 in Dunedin, New Zealand. He was the third child and second son to Roger and Yuleen Weatherston with two siblings; Angela and Gareth.

His mother described Clayton as a tense and anxious child, finding any sort of change such as starting school or m

For over a decade, I've been reliving the year 2005. Each year – or rotation as I call the passing of every 365 days – the cycle begins anew. Same routines. Same troubles in the news. Same people around me.

The rotations don’t begin on January 1st like you might be expecting, but instead on Christmas Day – just before midnight. That was the night I performed the ritual for the creature – Mister Morgenstern. For a decade or more I’ve kept up my end of the bargain with Mister Morgenstern. But for some reason, this last rotation, this last Christmas, something went wrong.

If you haven’t guessed already, it was my wish that this limbo of 2005 repeat itself. For reasons I’ll get into later. I will say now that I had no choice. I had to do it. It was the best thing for everyone.

Don’t mistake this for a confession. I’m not confessing. I am not seeking forgiveness for what I’ve done, nor am I repenting. I am beseeching your understanding – whoever you are reading this. And perhaps, with what’s transpired, these posts are my last gasp at immortality.

Friday December 23rd

I meet my husband Josh at the First Cup coffee shop off Mavis. Like I do every December 23rd. Like every rotation before, he’s sitting by the window, wearing his crisp white button down with the ebony cufflinks I bought him for his 38th birthday. He’s also wearing his cornflower blue necktie, his sharkskin suit jacket draped along the shoulders of his chair. His winter coat is crumpled into an unsightly black mass on the seat next to him. There’s a tiny espresso cup, the china unstained – glistening on the table.

At 40 years old, he’s still as handsome as the dashing young defense attorney I fell in love with: square jaw, high cheekbones, fine roman nose, and the most irresistible emerald eyes. His hairline has receded, the flesh of his temples now exposed, forming a kind of widow’s peak, but I don’t mind. I’ve tried to find his balding pattern uncomely to spite him, but I’ve never found his appearance any less appealing over the years.

He looks up at me, regarding me with a put-on air of remorse. It worked the first time – brought me to my knees, in fact. This time I’d rather he just drop the pretense and get it over with. I know what I am to him this day: one more drawn-out inconvenience on an already busy afternoon.

“Thank you for coming,” he says, referring to the message he left on the answering machine two hours ago. After seven rotations I have the thing memorized, down to the fil

So for reference I am 18m and my friend is also 18m. We are juniors in highschool.

So this program is a CTE program the school has for becoming an EMT. I got into the program because after school it pretty much guarantees a job while my friend in his own words got into it just so we would have classes together.

The way this program works is that for freshman and sophomore years it is class work that is done. Learning terminology and the by the book explanations and stuff like that. I will admit he kinda floated through the class work because we would study together. He would copy my answers in his own words. That type of thing.

When Covid hit it completely screwed up school and we both ended up flunking the eleventh grade because there was just a problem after problem with the site and stuff. Even though this happened I still didn’t stop myself from keeping up to date with the procedures and watching videos. Basically doing what I could and my friend just goofed off.

Anyways so the 11th and 12th grades in this program is where clinicals/in the field work happen. We basically get to leave school two hours early and head to whatever job site. The work is awesome and I’ve gotten top remarks from my instructors. I am even going to get my IV certification in a few months.

My friend on the other hand has not been doing so well. A few months ago he came to me and begged me to essentially teach him all of the stuff we learned in the 9th and 10th grades. I told him no. That he should have paid more attention to what we were learning so he would be more prepared. Life goes on and when Christmas break came so did the news that he is getting kicked out of the program while I am in the top ten.

He and a few mutual friends are calling me an asshole because I didn’t take the time to refresh him. I don’t think I am one though.

So Reddit Am I the asshole for not helping my friend get up to date with his knowledge for the CTE program and him getting kicked out of it?