novelraw Chapter 845: Might Only Be Able to Attend Community College
Chapter 845: Might Only Be Able to Attend Community College
Ghania Quinlan had recently been busy with Uncle Cagwin’s surgical procedures and hadn’t been playing with her phone much. The phone was laying on her bed, ringing continuously, but she didn’t bother to check it.
Wrapping a towel around herself, she wiped her hair while bending over to log onto the website to check exam results.
She entered her admission ticket number.
Pressed the enter key.
Her internet was fast; many struggled to access the site after waiting for ages, but she practically got into the background system in a second. It’s just that the pop-up page didn’t show any results.
It was very clean; just a name and admission ticket number.
The column that was supposed to follow with subject scores was wholly zeros; the results hadn’t been released yet.
She raised her eyebrows, somewhat surprised.
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In the office of No. 1 Middle School in McKinney, Mr. Jones had arrived early along with Nancy Sullivan and various senior year homeroom teachers, all awaiting the release of the results.
The school also had a system for checking results.
However, it wasn’t as quick as when each student checked individually.
As was the practice in previous years, the homeroom teachers would check the results of a few key students in their classes.
This year, the overall difficulty of the questions wasn’t particularly high, but the marks-segregation questions at the end of each subject were twice as hard as those in previous years!
This resulted in many students obtaining average scores, but the number of students scoring above 500 decreased sharply compared to previous years, with fewer and fewer students as the scores climbed.
McKinney was just a second- or third-tier city and had always been unremarkable in terms of educational results.
Even though No. 1 Middle School was the best in McKinney, it still fell short in its provincial ranking when compared to a few neighboring cities that were developing better.
The C class homeroom teacher was the first to check the key students’ results in their class, shaking their head at the scores and sporting a bitter expression.
"This year, it’s a complete wipeout again. There isn’t even one student in our class who scored above 600, which is rough."
The B class homeroom teacher also checked their class’s results, pursing their lips in discomfort and then saying, "It’s the same for our class, only one scored above 600. The rest, mostly, did not do well. Especially one student, Kelly Giovanni. Before I took over, I saw her results; she was doing quite well in class. I don’t know why, but her performance severely dropped in the second half of the term. I’ve talked to her a few times, and she always assured me that she would concentrate on studying, and yet, she only managed to score 480 on the college entrance exam. With this score... I don’t know what the cutoff line for tier-three universities is this year, but if it’s higher than before, she might have to settle for a community college."
Such a pity for a promising student.
The B class homeroom teacher had only taken over the B class sometime after the start of the final year. Initially, B class had a promising student when she took over.
Ghania Quinlan.
Ghania had good grades and was also pursuing the path of an arts student; with proper nurturing, she could have been admitted to a good university.
But it turned out that she was accepted into Tsinghua University only after she had transferred to another school.
Mentioning this filled her with regret, her eyes full of sorrow as she looked at Nancy Sullivan and asked bitterly, "Mr. Sullivan, how about your class? How did they do?"
A class was No. 1 Middle School’s facade and the school’s hope for climbing the provincial rankings.
Not just the other senior homeroom teachers, but Mr. Jones too placed great importance on it, especially since this year they had a student in whom they vested enormous hopes.
Mr. Jones immediately turned his head and asked Nancy Sullivan, "Mr. Sullivan, how did it go? Did you get the results?"
In front of Nancy Sullivan was the school’s black desktop computer and the list of her class’s admission ticket numbers. She too had selected a few people to check.
At this moment, her brows were furrowed, and she looked very serious.
Everyone in the office held their breath, anxiousness taking over uncontrollably.
Mr. Jones was incredibly tense, unable to sit still; he stood up and walked over to her, asking, "The results you found, are they not good?"