Ugh.

Debate. I work so hard on it. What do I get? A BIG FAT 0. what is this madness. I worked on it, woman, and you complain that I don't even try? Dude, I'ma freaking upload this huge file up to mediafire so that ALL debators around the world can use it to get a hundred with their debate coach, whereas you yell at me for not even trying. It was like twenty pages, and you don't accept it? What? Do you know how many sleepless nights I spent on that? I mean sure, I burnt a lotta calories but you know what? To me, education is worth so much more than health. Especially since you boosted that rule since the beginning of the year "Eat OR Sleep! Forget what the doctor says! I mean, if you went to a different school, the teachers would teach you and you would actually be winning a few tournaments, but since you're here at Williams, you can just live by my rulebook and fail my class because I don't care about your efforts, only what I can do to make you miserable!" That's why I can't handle debate. I blame the teacher, cause I mean, I can get the work, EVEN WHEN SHE'S NOT TEACHING US A SINGLE THING. I made a few passing scores! But when it comes to work, it don't matter if you're efficient or if you're hardworking, or even if you're doing it right. As long as you're doing it right and feeling miserable. I had a really good feeling about my authorship speech and my pros and cons. I was holding my head up high because I was one of the few that got it in on time and got it in good. I made sure she had it. And when I got mine back with a tolerable "90" on it, I was happy and knew she wasn't talking about me when she said all that stuff about people not turning anything in to her. UHM, LADY. WHY IS THERE A 0 IN MY GRADEBOOK. THERE'S GONNA BE SOME CHANGE IN THIS, MA'AM. THERE'S GONNA BE CHANGE.