<p>Me three!!! If only I could be sure.... we never know whose reading CC, though!</p>
<p>I'm on CC because I don't think I can get into a good college. It's turned into a DAMN addiction now. Aaaaaaaaaah I keep visiting CC like 7 times a day. And I'm only a freshmen.</p>
<p>Oh and I haven't started studying for my only AP Test yet (AP US Govt.) I have like 3 books to read in 3 weeks!!!!!!!!!</p>
<p>OMG OMG OMG I'm developing White hair and I'm only 14!!!!!!!!!!!</p>
<p>Sorry about the above posts, it's one of my weird characteristics. I need to tell people stuff I know (no matter how self destructing it might be)...so I just do it anonymously online.</p>
<p>Tanyanubin, What school are you talking about ? (Sounds surprisingly similar to mine)</p>
<p>I did the UNTHINKABLE. I told off a teacher who screwed my son out of a $25,000 scholarship. I didn't just think about it.</p>
<p>Not intentionally. We were in a restaurant having dinner and drinking margueritas, and she sat down next to us with her family. This was 5 years later after my son got into a top 5 school (and grad school). I screamed at her and called her names in a very crowded restaurant. My family ran out in embarrassment. I loved it. It was the margueritas, of course, not me.</p>
<p>Man, I have wanted to do that...I have some things I am saving to say to my Ds when both graduate</p>
<p>How did she screw your son?</p>
<p>^ Maybe it's just me and my caffeinated self, but .... awkward.</p>
<p>I'd like to tell off the town librarian who told me letting my D start kindergarten a year early was a bad idea because she was "too immature" (her birthday was right the cutoff)...well, she ended up achieving top honors for every report card and top 10% of her class for all 4 years, NHS, editor-in-chief of the school newspaper, not to mention speaking parts in school and community theatre productions and this Tues. she's being honored by the local Lions Club as the one of the township's top graduating seniors. When her picture hits the newspaper, I hope that librarian sees it and realizes its the same kid she dismissed 13 years ago!</p>
<p>To the preschool teacher who wanted me to put my youngest into pre-k thus holding her back a year because she was little</p>
<p>hrmhhhppp</p>
<p>I did send you a copy of her kindergarten report card way back when....which said she was mature, an excellent student and she got all Es</p>
<p>We figured you wanted her to fill out your new pre-k program...</p>
<p>you go SFM~~~</p>
<p>To all the parents (and their kids) who laughed and shook their heads in pity at all the Little League Baseball games when my S came to bat and never hit the ball (led the team in walks) and the whole first 3 seasons of rec. league basketball when he never(ever) scored even one point, who thought it was perfectly fair that my S got the required 2 innings/2 quarters of play and spent the rest of the game on the bench while your little Babe Ruths/Michael Jordans played the entire game because they were such great athletes at 10 years of age..........</p>
<p>Don't feel sorry for our S anymore....
We certainly enjoyed our S turning out to be Capt. and starting linebacker of the football team, while maintaining a gpa that made him #6 in the class and also holding down a responsible part-time job. Oh, did I forget to tell you he was chosen from the whole student body to meet a Nobel Prize winner at the airport and escort him back to the school for that speech? Can you even believe one of his AP teachers said he was "scary smart" or that his high sch. girlfriend was one of the smartest and prettiest in the class? </p>
<p>How about that he now bench presses more than the weight of you and your little brat combined and runs 12-15 miles a week? </p>
<p>Hope you're enjoying paying full freight for Jr. to go to college. I guess that athletic scholarship thing that was a sure bet 10 years ago just didn't turn out like you thought.
The full scholarship our S earned is coming in pretty handy....He still can't hit a baseball but who cares now?</p>
<p>This is a sad commentary. Here's what I would (and will) say as soon as I figure out the best way to do so...</p>
<p>To the elementary school teachers who welcomed my children with open arms at the very end of the school year when we moved to town...thank you for making them feel welcome. To the first grade teacher who still seeks D out at concert events, the 3rd grade teacher who took time out of her personal life to come watch an extra-curricular, 4th grade teacher of S who asks about him every time we run into one another, thank you!</p>
<p>To the middle school who did not let my D take algebra in 7th grade, even though I objected at the time, (and certainly knew she was the brightest, most mathmatically gifted child they would ever meet!) thank you! She excels in math now (will graduate HS with 6 college credits in math); the extra year of a good solid foundation helped her. She wasn't allowed in advanced science as a 7th grader either, not until 8th grade, but she excels at physics and chemistry now, (again, graduating HS with college credits) so again perhaps the extra year of basics did her some good, even though it was hard to see it then.</p>
<p>To the junior high principal who aked my D to sing at the opening of every home basketball game, and gave her a little diamond chip necklace at the end of the year, thank you. You gave her the opportunity to do what she loves and gave her the opportunity to become even more comfortable in front of a crowd.</p>
<p>To the junior and senior high school teachers who saw the gifts in my S, academic though they were not, and who now celebrate for him since he has found his life's passion, thank you for realizing that not every child is cut out for college and yes, they can still be happy and productive, self supporting people who are worthy of your time and attention in high school. When you see him aroud town now, you always stop to talk to him and catch up, which makes him feel like you are interested in him still. Thank you!</p>
<p>To the middle school music teacher, band director and HS band and chorus directors who have been such a huge part of Ds life from grades 5-12...words cannot express what you have done for her, how you have inspired her, or express what a major impact you have had on her life. You all went way above the call of duty to encourage and mentor even when it became apparent that her musical talent was not going to become her life's work. You still saw the value of helping her excel in high school.</p>
<p>To the educators who wrote glowing letters of recommendations which helped D get into what is probably the toughest school to gain admittance to, thank you.</p>
<p>Did my children always get everything they wanted? Of coure not. D never got a lead in the school play, S was never voted "Most likely to..." anything. My children, however, celebrated with their friends who gained these honors. Yes, we sometimes griped about the student "favorites," the money-factor and the political connections, but by and large the people we have come into contact with have had the best interests of my children at heart. They have been positive role models, mentors, friends and, when necessary, disciplinarians. When my kids needed to be reminded of this, I reminded them!</p>
<p>Things don't always go the way you want them to; but most of the time they go the way they are intended. I find it hard to believe that folks take so much time to gripe and yet not take nearly the same amount of time to celebrate and thank those who helped make your children the young men and women they are today. </p>
<p>Unless, of course, you do not like who they became, which begs the question: Does that issue really fall back onto someone else?</p>
<p>KateMac,
You are absolutely right. Maybe you should start a thread where we can post thanks to people who have helped our kids get where they are today. I will definitely participate if you start a thread on that theme!</p>
<p>^^^
But those are things that should be expressed directly</p>
<p>To Mrs. G., who wouldn't let my mathematically brilliant son skip 6th grade math and jump into Alegbra because he was "nothing special": Nyah nyah. His Calc BC teacher said he was one of the best students she's ever had. You were wrong, and he had to suffer through an extraordinarily boring year.</p>
<p>To the mom who always brags about HER sons, and never never never asks about mine -- I'm really sorry your insecurities get in the way of your making good friends and hearing about other people. You might have learned something. </p>
<p>To the mom with the brilliant son, who quietly (thank goodness) but seriously manipulated his acitivites -- Harvard summer school; science activities and awards up the wazoo; "safe," non-contact sports like sailing; taking courses out of the normal order because he's so "special" -- well, your son and my son were accepted ED at the same excellent college. So your way "worked," but maybe you didn't really need to do all that. </p>
<p>And to my son's drivers ed teacher who screamed at my kid during class one day because he was doing other homework because your course was SO BORING and your teaching style SO ARCHAIC -- why did you have to give him a B in drivers ed? It was the lowest grade he ever received during four years of challenging classes. Not that it made a difference, but why are you such a Nazi?</p>
<p>AND, maybe finally (but maybe not), to the mom of my older son's friend, who always always always has to bring any conversation back to the topic of her two boys. Weather in Africa? "Oh, when Johnnie was in India last semester, the weather . . . " How about the upcoming election? "Oh, Mark is working on the So-and-So campaign and has a blog about it!"</p>
<p>Driver's Ed counts as a grade? Not at our school, thank goodness!</p>
<p>I recently sent a letter to my Ds second grade teacher, she was AMAZING, and thanked her....I try to do my best and thank the people that have done their jobs, and done them well</p>
<p>I'm a high school senior, but this is the best thread... possibly ever, and I'm in the need of some venting, so I hope you don't mind.</p>
<p>To my AP Masterpiece teacher: I don't understand you. Please don't ask us for respect because you're not going to recieve it. I apologize greatly if it's difficult to respect you when you grade us on doing YOUR JOB! I (along with the rest of the class) find it ridiculous that you mandate us to get in happy little groups with happy little people whom we haven't BEEN HAPPY WITH FOR THE PAST 12 YEARS! I'm sorry, but our differences will not be sorted out when we have to discuss the most heinous book on the planet with the most heinous people on the planet, including, but not limited to, little miss "I got deferred from Princeton so now I'm going to sit on my fat ass with my Starbucks frapuccino and claim that I won't do any work in the group because I never do any work to begin with" (sorry for the run on). Furthermore, I have officially stopped trying to do well in your class (along with majority of the class). You ask us why and ask us if it's senioritis. Newsflash, woman, half of the class that you have is composed of students who survived the most painful Language and Composition AP course that one could have offered with the most judgemental, yet brilliant teacher, that has ever walked through the doors of our school. Therefore, we know that we can write, and we know that we write from our hearts, so it's a little (and by little, i mean a lot) discouraging to see that we're all getting landed with a B+ for the quarter because the A+ that we're getting on the papers that are assigned is being balanced out with the B that we're receiving because you think that our presentations are lackluster. You know why our presentations are lackluster? BECAUSE WE'RE TIRED OF DOING YOUR JOB. Thank you very much, you have ruined Crime and Punishment for me, along with every other book we have read, because instead of teaching it to us like an ENGLISH TEACHER, you tell us to TEACH IT TO THE CLASS while you sit in the back and watch us go up presentation after presentation asking "Sooo... what did Raskolnikov do? Does anyone know? I'll give you a hint... it rhymes with milled. Starts with k... he used an axe... anyone?" while nobody answers.<br>
Sorry, I can't wait to graduate.</p>
<p>To my Physics teacher: Stop pretending you're a baseball player while I'm asking a question. You're 45 years old. You're a teacher. You do not play baseball. The ruler is not a baseball bat. The wind coming from the window is not a baseball that you must swing at. Glad we sorted that out. </p>
<p>To majority of my graduating class: Stop ****ing and moaning about the orange stickers that get slapped on the BMWs that your mommies and daddies bought you - park in the right space. It shouldn't be that difficult. Even if your view is obstructed by those new Chanel sunglasses your credit card decided to grant you. </p>
<p>To the girls who wear tights as pants: They are see-through. It shouldn't be that difficult to put on a pair of pants when it's 20 degrees outside. </p>
<p>To my dear "friend": I do not care about what you had for dinner, what temperature your room is, or how you styled your hair today. Nor do I care about what boy you've just hooked up with, how much your pants cost, or with whom you went out to lunch with while I was studying. I actually did find it highly offensive when the day after I got into my dream school and you got deffered from yours, you said "I'm sure I could have gotten into where you got in if I had applied, I mean, my GPA is higher than yours, I just really didn't like the atmosphere of the school." Well screw you, you know what? You couldn't have gotten in. While I busted my ass with 5 APs junior year, you sat back in your Shakespeare and film electives, and while I pulled all nighters, you informed me that you took "a lovely bubble bath with the aroma of lavender" and "had a lovely night out with the boys." That and, your college essay sucked. Sorry, I never said it to your face, but though you and your mother agree that it was "the most heartwarming piece of literature that will ever pass through the admissions offices" I really didn't give a crap about the time you were an angel in your Christmas play. It's also not my responsibiliy to make sure you end up in a limo for prom. I learned how to "play nice" all these years in high school, and if people don't want to ruin their prom night by listening to you **** and moan about everything, then that's not my fault. </p>
<p>And finally, to the Catholic Forensic Association and those involved in one of the most heartbreaking days of my life. Please don't act like any of you have morals. We all know that the only reason me and my partner's piece was challenged was because you guys knew that we were dominating the competition. To get disqualified on the accounts of two words, and to be treated like criminals was something that I never thought would happen. The funny thing is, <em>the two people who challegned us</em>, neither of you played fair, and no one from your team has EVER played fair. The absolute best part was watching you guys put questionable parts back in during final round after we killed you guys in prelims - we all know you guys were afraid that my partner and I would stoop to your level and challenge your piece right back. After getting pushed out of nationals last year, our little team, from the little public school, cried and cried and watched a team who consistently broke all of the rules (sang for more than 30 seconds, made up lines, ran around the stage, etc) and a team who took the same piece as someone the year before and mimicked it with no integrity, make it to nationals because THEIR ADVISOR RAN THE SHOW. I'd like to thank you guys. Really, thank you. I thought I would miss speech and forensics, and I thought it would be hard to let go. But it's harder to miss pleasant memories than those that I loathe, thus, I can finally kiss the memories of the living hell that the forensics league has provided for me in the past four years goodbye.</p>
<p>Okay, now I'm done. I probably sound like a chemically imbalanced teenager, but I've been holding all of this in all year, it was nice getting it out.</p>
<p>glad to be of service ;)</p>