Failing what I love

I actually like English sometimes because I love to write. Writing is what I do when I get a chance to get to it. The thing is, I believe I should fail English. The reason is that I don't deserve to pass your class if you never read any of my homework. Even though I did it, you didn't see it. It wasn't all my fault that there is something wrong with my blog, but apparently I did something wrong. I going to fail a class that I love. And a border line C isn't good enough to make me feel as if I am passing English. I either get a B or A. If I don't, I'll consider myself dumb.