Grading and Kidney Stones

My professor’s email: “The scores for Exam #1 are now posted online. The graded exams and a set of answers will be passed out in class tomorrow. The scores were quite good. The high was 103 and the average was 72.”

At reading that, high school me would’ve immediately passed two kidney stones. As is, I’m still a little shocked. I’m not used to the grading scale in this class- eighty through one hundred is an A, seventy through eighty is a B, and so on. You pass with just fifty percent. It’s bizarre. That hardly demonstrates any sort of passing mastery of the material.

We trust you. No, really.

I had a bad migraine yesterday. It was halfway through the day when I got a buzz in my head, but I shook it off, concentrating on my work and not wanting to leave the day after we got back from Christmas break. This… sometimes… works. This was not one of those times.

My head ached on and off through Government and Algebra II. I would have really enjoyed those classes had I been able to concentrate on them; as it was, I just wanted to lay down in a dark, quiet room and sleep. See, the thing is, I get migraines sometimes. I’m not sure what causes them yet, but I’ve had them for years. And when your head is internally combusting, it’s not pleasant to be stuck among many loud high school students.

The bus ride home was the worst. I managed to drown out all the noise of a bus filled with loud teens rattling along an interstate somehow, but it was still very unpleasant. All of this could have been avoided if I had been allowed to take some Aleve/Tylenol/whatever to get rid of the migraine. “You could just ask the nurse for some”, you might say. “Your parents can entrust the nurse with medication.” True, but that involves leaving class long enough for her to check my temperature, me to convince her I’m not lying, and, if the nurse is being stubborn, me lying down for five minutes after nibbling on crackers and sipping water. All of this could be avoided if I was allowed to slip into the bathroom, down some meds, and walk back to class- they are (usually) quiet and relaxed enough for the migraine to go away. The stress of facing the rest of the day with that pain certainly doesn’t help! I understand The Man (TM) doesn’t want us abusing substances, but there has to be some sort of compromise. If I’m old enough to ride a bus downtown then walk to school (alone) most every day, and I am to start making decisions about where I want to go to school, impacting the rest of my career, AND I am entrusted with a 700-dollar device for my studies, then surely I can be trusted with some headache medicine!

I might have some follow-up posts on this, describing possible compromises.