Friday was an interesting day. During Photography, the teacher called me up, and then started walking to the door. And you know what that means… bad, bad, bad.
"I hate to be the bearer of bad news," he says. Yep. I knew it. Say no more.
I've forgotten if I've explained the beginning of this tale, but methinks I haven't. I'm sure I have mentioned many times that I'm technically not supposed to be in this Photography class because I didn't take the grade 11 course or the grade 9 art course. So now I'm sure you can figure out where this now leaves me, but I will tell the entire story anyway.
Sometime last week, my Photography teacher had a little purple sticky note (but don't worry, they were just out of yellow ones) and he told me that my guidance counselor wanted to see me. I went down to guidance at lunch, but my counselor was in a meeting and I was told to wait. And well, I really hate waiting in the guidance office, because you never know how long it will be. Luckily, she wasn't too long on that particular day.
I explained my situation and she said I needed to get a letter signed by my teacher saying I had permission to take the course. So it's just a paperwork thing. Well, phew, no problem. She said something a little peculiar though, "well, you wouldn't be here if your teacher had wanted you in the class".
Next day, I give the Photography teacher the paper and he says he'll talk to the department head about it. He seems optimistic and says he'd recommend that I could stay in the course.
Unfortunately, the department head didn't quite see things the same way, and the reasoning on the sheet was that I didn't have the prerequisite and therefore it would pose a safety risk, ie. with the chemicals and machinery. Which, I mean, there was a safety risk for the kids in the grade 11 course, but they learned how to use the stuff and the risk is now gone. So why can't I just take a day and learn how to use the stuff properly, and then I'll be caught up with the rest of the class?
But you know, whatever. I respect their decision.
So, on Friday, the day of the "hall talk", I went back to the guidance office and explained my new predicament. Despite all the signs saying "NO MORE TIMETABLE CHANGES!" because they had apparently gotten all booked for a month in advance or something crazy like that, I was booked an appointment for that afternoon since mine was a special case.
Of course, there were no 4U classes available first period (as the number of 4U classes period is dwindling), which quite sucks, because now I only have two 4U/M classes, and thus only reason to be here for half the day. Plus, I was contemplating dropping Creative Writing because it's just causing unnecessary English stress relapses. And Communications and Yearbook aren't really all that demanding or umm learning-causing and Photography was really the only course that I was actually planning on learning something in, you know? Like if I didn't have Law last semester, it just would've been a bullshit semester, as this one now is looking to be.
In the end, I wound up with two choices: spare or peer tutoring. I foolishly choose peer tutoring a grade 9 French class. Which, honestly, how the hell many people in that class that actually want to be there, even if I do end up with the academic class? The answer is none. Sigh. I'm technically not in the class for sure yet, because I have to go find the teacher in charge on Monday and ask if I can sign up, but it's on my timetable, so I would assume if I don't talk to anyone about the class it will still show up on my report card with a 0%.
Sigh.