Ok, so I don't know how I got the A, but it's there and I'm happy. Still, I'm frankly a bit pissed off about that test. I swear... I swear I figured out how to do it.
But no. I must still be missing something.
I also have a 100% in Pre-Calc. That man must be the god of extra credit. *shakes head* It's funny. I'm in all the dumb accelerated classes. *shifty eyes* Oxymoron! Yay!
My psychiatrist (aka 'Man Who Makes Me Wait For An Hour And Miss X-Men... but then gives me pills') asked if I was going to be valedictorian or something.
Psych: Is that a 'no'?
I'm currently sixteenth in my class, but that's without my credits and stuff added in. And there are fifteen kids who have a 4.0; I have a 3.9 something.
So... sixteen out of 300+ ain't bad. It'll probably go up by next year. My goal is just to be in the top ten.
Me: I wanna be number six!
Dad: I think I was... third... in my class.
Me: ... You make me feel so inadequate.
Dad: I could have been valedictorian if I'd studied my sophomore year.
Sometimes having smart parents gets tiring.