It was just another normal day, or so I thought. Little did I know that my life as I knew it would be over.
It was a rainy day. It was also the second to last day before Winter Break. I had just gotten home from school, and all my finals had concluded. I was in a great mood. All I had to do was wait for my teachers to put my completed finals into my grade, and I could see the list of 6 A’s on my transcript.
That day, I decided to relax. I was sitting on my couch, watching reels on my phone, when I suddenly received a heart-stopping, jaw-dropping, horrifying, harrowing, gruesome, sickening notification. You might be thinking: “HER PARENTS DIED OMG I FEEL SO BAD FOR HER!” NO. THE NOTIFICATION WAS WORSE.
“Your final grade in AP Chemistry has been updated: 89.99%”
When I tell you my heart stopped, I’m not exaggerating. If anything, it’s an understatement. No living organism on this planet should ever experience pain like this. I would prefer human isolation, kidnapping, or even straight-up torture.
My instincts kicked in. Three things happened at that moment:
- Immediate sobbing
- Opening the gmail app and begining to write an email to my teacher
- Blowing up my friend’s phone with texts
In retrospect, these were probably not the best courses of action, but, what can I say, my primal instincts kicked in
Through my blurry, teary eyes, I began typing my email:
Hello,
BRO PLEASE ROUND MY GRADE ong im cooked if you dont. It’s literally an 89.99 and ik u can change it cuz grades are due next week. Even if you can’t round it, I’m down to do any extra assignments. Please please please i’m actually so chopped and my grades are the only thing going for me rn
Preciate you gang
This was my downfall. I confused the two people I was simultaneously messaging: my teacher and my friend. So I ended up using slang with my chemistry teacher. MY MILLENNIAL AP CHEMISTRY TEACHER.
The next day, I went to school and immediately ran to my chem teacher’s classroom. I got on my knees and started begging. It was all a blur but I recall saying “IT’S OVER I’M GOING TO GO TO COMMUNITY COLLEGE PLEASE ROUND IT UP.” I even shed a couple tears for dramatic effect, but ultimately, my efforts didn’t work. Then my teacher said to me: “I originally intended to round your grade, but after that email you sent me yesterday evening, I’ve reconsidered.”
And that’s when my life lost its purpose, my entire being was rendered useless, and my mind turned to ash.
