I failed my math test. I haven't seen the grade written on a paper anywhere to confirm, yet if the online records are correct, I failed. As soon as I found out, I bawled my eyes out. I was horrified, especially since I figured I did really well. The teacher generally hinted that people made "stupid arithmetic errors," during class today and that just upsets me even more if that's in fact what happened with me. So, although I don't know the full story, I think it's time I got tutoring or whatever. I don't want to fall completely into the same hole I did last year.
And you see, I thought that an 82 and an 86 on my two quizzes leading up to the test covering the same material would mean something. Guess not. I'm trying not to be bitter about it and approach it as a mistake that needs correcting. Yes, one can argue that I failed (I know because I did through streams of tears) and okay, perhaps I did. I'd be a true failure and complete fool to ignore it and not care. I care and want desperately to learn from it. Cheesy moral? Yes.
I'm sure I'll recover and I will surely work that much harder from now on.
Here's the art project I've been waiting to finish and show you guys! It's a necklace made out of copper.
Basically I took a copper piece (that was already formed into a crescent moon) and drew on in sharpie a design (the panda lounging on a tree) so I could etch it. Etching involves taking a material (usually glass) and using an acid to eat away at it. After that, I cleaned it and then torched it. I literally put it up to a torched flame until it had my desired mix of colors. Then I put on a polish, filed the edges (they were very sharp) and drilled the hole. Viola!