Okay, who all remembers my incoherent rambling and extreme worry about one of my classes?
This post should refresh your memory. The class from hell with the teacher from hell who counted right answers wrong and didn't understand why I was worried since two of my tests were D's.
Guess what! Apparently, on the seven point scale, a 73 and a 76 are
C's. Did you know this? Because I didn't. And apparently if I had turned in one of the assignments that she wanted us to do that required phone calls during business hours when I answer the damn phones (okay, the second one was just me forgetting to turn it in, and she doesn't take anything late), then those two assignments would have gotten me an A.
Folks, I got a B in that class. According to my math, I was doing good to pass it, let alone get the C needed, and I got a B.
Her brand of crazy is just bizarre.