“Ayoung, by the way, I forgot to tell you…”
Uh oh. Those words can only mean trouble coming from a crazy Korean mother.
“…you have SAT Prep Course, today at 5:30.”
….pause. Rewind. What??? But by then it was time for me to go to school and I couldn’t backtack her. Sneaky mom.
So I arrive, precisely at 5:30, and am herded into the Commons. There we get lectured about how “if we don’t want to be here…we will affect those who do want to be here.” I’m looking around, and I get the teensiest bit of a feeling that nobody, absolutely nobody wants to be here. They’re the gum-snapping, texting-in-the-middle-of-class, answer-without-thinking type of kids. Oh, I know, I’m stereotyping, shame on me. But I know you know that it’s the truth.
So I go into the Math class. I didn’t take the first SAT so I have no test to get back. But apparantly the kids around me didn’t do so hot. I settle back into my seat and zone out for the rest of class as they go over what I’ve already known since the 7th grade (math questions go from easiest to hardest…you don’t get any points off for questions left blank…blah, blah, blah)
Needless to say, I learned nothing new. Oh wait, I did.
Don’t EVER let your mom talk to you immediately before you have to go somewhere. Start talking loudly when you hear “Ayoung, by the way…”
Hindsight’s 20/20. I should’ve seen it coming.
English–no, I’m sorry, I mean Verbal–was just as great. It took my entire class 30 minutes to figure out one medium-levelled fill-in-the-blank question. Why didn’t I speak up, you ask? I was too busy sitting and revelling in the–obscurity–around me.
I got home. Sat down. Started my Stanford Summer Session application. And realized what a waste of money this class is going to be.
:T Hm. I suppose I can’t be too judgemental or self-righteous (how awful is this blog, by the way?) because I’m not a perfect student, but I get the feeling that if these students applied themselves, and cared more about their Math quiz they had that day than whether or not their outfit would match their shoes, they would do a heck of a lot better than they did.
And I can’t stand it. I can’t stand slacking. I can’t stand failure on account of laziness. So shame on you, for procrastinating.
