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I promise I'll get around to my wonderful, wonderful holiday at some point... but I need to whine a little.

I opened my college transcript thing today...

A class I was expecting to fail, I passed by two percent. I'm not upset about that one - I hated the class, and now I don't have to do it again!

But according to my transcript, I got a 63 in my Shakespeare class. And the mark review deadline went past when I was in England. And I KNOW I did not get a 63. I got a hundred on my first two papers, I know I did well on the in-class essay, and my Titus Andronicus paper (which I also didn't get a mark for as it got handed in too late in the semester), while not the best essay I've ever produced, was not bad enough to warrant losing 37 percent of my grade.

I did all the work. I even handed it in! I attended all my classes. I participated. I LOVED it.

I don't mind getting low marks when I don't deserve higher ones... but I was expecting somewhere between 90 and 100 for this class. I am PISSED. This hurts - I've never cried over a low grade before - cried over my parent's reactions to one, yes, but not because the grade made me hurt.

I'm marching down to the college tomorrow, armed with copies of essays, but I don't know if I'll be able to do anything... and I did NOT get a 63.