FML For Real

So exams are over, summer has begun, and life is starting to end. Basically, the final marks are posted and I'm screwed royally.

Here's the deal; I was on accademic probation this past year due to poor health resulting in being exempted from most of my courses last year. I then passed one class and failed another, leaving me with a less than stellar overall average. It's cool though. As long as this year I made over an average of 60% for everything and didn't fail any courses I was fine and could continue on with my studies as happy as a clam.

I made the overall average, no problem.

But then came Narrative Theory. I admit, I was in over my head for a lot of it and most of it was my fault for not doing the short story readings. Or really any of the readings until later in the year. I fully admit to that. But by the end of the semester I was catching on to the concepts and putting together things in different ways. I studied my ass off for the exam, though I suppose I could have done more, and even though I didn't feel secure about how I did, I didn't think that I failed it.

Boy was I wrong.

At my university, in the english courses, you have to pass both the course work and the final exam in order to pass the course. I passed the coursework no problem despite the poor showings are the beginning of the semester. However, I failed the final exam by 6%. Six bloody percent. In any normal class, even failing the final exam, I would have passed the course. The exam was only worth 35% overall. Sadly, I missed an entire part of a question, which lost me 10 marks automatically, marks which would have made the difference, and I mixed up "The Death of Ivan Ilych" with Ambrose Bierce's "An Occurrence at Owl-Creek Bridge". Now, after all is said and done, I know which short story is which and what happens in each, but at the time I was stressed and I guess I wasn't thinking straight.

I also just wanted to be done with the course. But, really, I thought that the first was the second and nothing that I wrote could be counted towards anything.

See, this is where life starts to truly show its hate for me.

To make things worse, after waiting two weeks for an answer from my Prof. about my marks and the deadline for appeals looming overhead, I finally get this response: "I certainly sympathize with your situation, and would have liked to see you pass the course. Unfortunately, I'm unable to give the exam a passing grade (it's especially difficult because of the missing 10-point answer). In short, my hands are tied."

To this is responded in asking whether or not I would be able to write the equivilent of a take-home exam or complete an extra credit project in order to make up that freaking 6%.

That was last week and I'm still waiting for an answer.

You would think that a Professor who would have liked to see me pass would have responded by now. Again. The first time he only answered because I e-mailed my TA after a week of nothing and HE e-mailed the Prof.

Now, unless my Prof. decides to get off his arse and e-mail me back with a yes or no answer, I have to appeal to the Dean of my faculty and practically beg to be allowed to continue on in school. This is something that I really don't want to do because I really don't have a good answer like last time. No illness, no extenuating circumstances other than having to listen to my roommate being a slut. I basically tried my hardest, wrote a night exam on little sleep, and wasn't able to do good enough. But what really pisses me off is that I passed the course! I mean, in a persentage perspective I did, with somewhere around a 60%... I think. My math isn't that great, hence being in Arts and Humanities. This stupid technicallity is going to cost me an entire year of schooling. That's a year that I already had planned for things to do, the classes that I wanted to take, and what I wanted to accomplish.

All this can be summed up in one word,