Kelly is NOT going to OCC next year. I QUIT!!

So I decided to finally face the music and look up my grades for OCC [with my mother on the phone no less].

Now, let me just say right now, that I KNOW they're not gonna be A's, or B's... I'd be lucky to get a C...

But borderline D that would be so close to F that it wouldn't be funny....

I knew that I didn't want to go to college since probably the day I said I was going there. Even when it came out of my mouth I KNEW that I didn't want to be stuck in classrooms again. Going over the same old stuff that had been hearing the day before and the day after.

The first semester became the big question of... WHY?

Why did I come here.
And I loved my classes, except for one that everybody KNEW I hated: Color & Concept. It was basically a cut & paste class that sent me out almost every month to buy these expensive glue, and a carrying case... and though some liked it, my only enemy was my teacher. She would be total opposite of everyone else. Then when the year end came up I had to make up three/four assignments. I did what I could and in my Final evaluation for the year... My professer explained to me that I got an F for missing two pieces of artwork that I had before. And she told me to pack up what I had b/c she wouldn't even look at the others without them and departed saying for me to have a nice holiday and said that I was there to pass, not to get grades. Well grades is what passes you isn't it?

Confused I went through my second semester as a Humanities Major now, which was a lot like my third. But even though I wasn't A-happy, I passed. And to my mistake, I met with someone late, but she took me in. Even though she rushed me and made me feel like an idiot, I got classes that I needed and she said I would be fine to graduate in a year with everyone else.

So I went on this semester. Again, stuck where I didn't want to be, but I guess I kept going because I wanted to get out of this place. Then this year's adviser meeting informed me that I would have to take ANOTHER semester to make up for the Art to Humanities switch. I wouldn't have the money for it. So I had NO way to fail this time. I showed up ready to learn and tried to listen more b/c I NEEDED to pass the final to at least keep going.

So I studied harder than I ever have, and I both days I felt that I did better than I ever have so maybe I was safe.

And today, I got not only one, but TWO... F's.

They stared me in the face and I did nothing but cry and told my mom that enough was enough... I wasn't going back.

The only logical reason to go back is that I get money to go back for myself and for my school, and if you go for the two years, you don't have to pay anyone back. They helped you... and you did what you could.

So I have either none or at least one more semester until I get out of this constant hell I have been put into.

My mom asked me when, or even if I ever regretted going to OCC.
And I said that I regretted it ever since I said "I'm going to OCC".

It's a school of liars, and they can't keep me there anymore.

-College Dropout: PoCa