My last final was Grade 10 Science - and since I generally suck at high levels of both Sciences and Maths, I basically was expecting - especially due my aversion to even the idea of having anymore to do with it, even if that meant NOT giving it all a really thorough look-over in preparation.

I never really got my final exam mark back, but somehow, amazingly, after weeks and weeks of not wanting to wake up when my first class was Science, with my boring, drawling, frumpy bitch of a teacher to greet me with her usual scowl. She NEVER smiled. She NEVER laughed. She put down the class, though luckily for some reason she KIND OF liked me enough not to take it that far. Still, messing with admittedly the best class I'd ever seen in mainstream high school bar one in another school that WASN'T in a low income housing area (not that I'm living in it, since the area I live in is more high class, it was just the nearest high school possible that didn't involve me trying to catch two buses hauling my sorry hide halfway across town to go to the more middle-class area of the better high school).

Yeah, the teacher was a witch of a woman. It might have helped if she smiled, laughed or otherwise showed some mere sign of not being a robot and *gasp* actually being human! Who knew?

Still, she gave me a good smurfing mark considering I was so smurfing absent the whole smurfing semester. So yeah, she was nice enough to me. I should have really gotten a 67% but she was more than generous in giving me the full 70, which is for me a benchmark to hopefully reach even for the toughies.