POST 339.

I'm drowning myself in misery.

Today, it is one the most screwed up days of life ever. FML.

First screwed up thing that happened: 

I received a 2 for my DT investigation, out of a 6. Immediately when I got back my assessment sheet, I was thinking, "WTF." Then when he went through all the points, I realised, I did indeed leave out some. But how was a 2 ever possible? The highest level given out was a 4, most received 3s and some 2s. I was one of that unlucky bunch. 

Second screwed up thing that happened:

A note was written in my diary for not doing my DT homework. It's not that I didn't do it, nor did I procrastinate, I just completely forgot about it. I was so busy with my Rwanda essay due tomorrow, my PP draft 2 and my Science write up, I had forgotten all about DT. 

I'm not upset about the note. I'm upset about the fact that I might just have to miss my Muse concert. I can already imagine my dad's facial expressions, his reactions, not that I agree with him. Considering that I have a memory span of a goldfish, I think I've done pretty well for the homework record part. It's my first, for a year and a half. The first time I'm getting a note written in my diary. Afterall, I'm human. I forget. 

Third screwed up thing that happened:

My report card grades. They were all fine until I saw a 5  for DT. *Gasp* "How is that possible?" I was thinking. I got 6s and 5s out of 6 for each section for DT last term. What happened? After my DT class and school ended, I stayed back for awhile to ask about what was going on with my grades. Apparently, some DT reports from last term were graded too high. I, being one of the unlucky lot, scored a 7. My report was remarked, everything fell to 3s and 4s, resulting in my grade 5 at the end.

So the report card didn't have a printing error after all. I really did score a 5, without even knowing it. I was one of that unlucky lot that scored too high. Out of 24 people, I was one of the very few that had my paper remarked. At that point, I didn't even know what to say to myself.

Forth screwed up thing that happened:

The mini bus driver jerk. I told him three effing times that I was getting off at Golden Villa, in cantonese of course. Either he was deaf or stupid, he didn't let me off even at the junction. I was like, "Uh, dude." He mumbled something to me in cantonese, rudely, but I couldn't get it so I just kept giving him that evil glare like, "Dude, door?" Finally, he opened the door. After I called him a bastard lol, which, surprisingly I do not regret doing. I probably should've screamed at him more, in fact. That jerk. He just made my day a whole lot worse.

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Right after that, I lost it. I got off the minibus and cracked. I broke down. I guess it was just everything that happened today was too much. The huge change in my grades, my screwed up investigation mark, the note, everything. I found myself shedding tears as I made my way home. 

I have to admit, I still feel miserable. I guess my dad would be fine with my overall total of 41 but I can't get over the fact that it's merely an average of 5 for each subject and a 6 for one. It's crap. 

You know what, FML. I have a kind of, great day (I HOPE) tomorrow where it's black casual. What's happened, happened, there's nothing much I can do. Really. But I guess I should get back to my DT design now. It'd suck to have a second note in my diary tomorrow.