Officially the Worst Possible Morning Ever

So far, today is sucking on a variety of levels.

OK, where do I begin? Let's see, I started off today with the same cold I've had since Saturday, but fortunately I now have the delicious lemony cough drops.

ONLY GOOD POINT OF THE DAY.
Then, I went into 'zero period' ( a period where we sit in the auditorium and do nothing) carrying my obscenely heavy Algebra 2 textbook. I wrote a journal entry and then checked to make sure we didn't have homework, went on NaNoWriMo (ooh, another reminder that I've got until Halloween to finish my old novel, which has got, like, 15000 words of plot left), and wanted to go on MuggleNet but then- Oops! We've got an assembly. So we have to STAY in the auditorium for the assembly. Guess what the assembly was about.

Guess.

It was about bullying. I know, right? Like, you never in a million freaking YEARS would've guessed that, considering our school, our district, and our entire damn STATE has yet to shut up about bullying since last year. So it was this guy with cerebral palsy lecturing us on his life. Which was sweet and lovely and all, and it was certainly nice to miss French, but I had to pee. The entire time. Plus the snotheads sitting behind me wouldn't shut up laughing at his voice. Reeeeaaaal mature, guys.

Anyway, after the assembly we all filed out and then- oh, well, then I had to remember, when I was nearly out of the auditorium, that I forgot my waterbottle. So I dashed back to my chair and grabbed my waterbottle, while my books spilled all over the floor. Finally I got everything together and asked the teacher in charge for a pass, while awkwardly standing around next to the inspirational speaker, unsure of anything inspirational I might say. Finally, the teacher gave me the pass and I ran up to AP English. I tried to make my entrance inconspicuous, but just as I was trying to subtly slide into my seat near the front of the classroom, all my books fell. My binder, laptop, notebook, How to Win Friends and Influence People, and my accursed Algebra 2 textbook.
In front of the whole damn class.

Anyway, after getting over THAT stupid incident, I sat down while the sub (thank G-D it was a sub; the usual teacher is fond of humiliating us) explained that we were to research classical argument as a literary form and cite our sources. Lovely. So I pull out my laptop and I'm just jotting down the five main parts of an argument when-

And I'll have to explain this a bit: I'm a sophomore, and I'm in a class with a few other sophomores, but mostly juniors, because, well, it's AP English Language.
And the assembly we saw in the morning, only underclassmen saw it. But the upperclassmen were supposed to see it-

That's right, the UPPERCLASSMEN were supposed to see it during my AP English class.
And since the teacher had to go with them, the entire class, sophomores and all, had to head down to the auditorium to see the same damn assembly over again.
So I awkwardly sat around in the auditorium, writing in my journal while everyone looked bored, and then finally the bell for third period rang and we were allowed out.

Unfortunately, my third period class is art, which consists of three seniors and me. So I go down to the art room, and the sign on the door says literally only this:

"PERIOD 3 ASSEMBLY AUDITORIUM (teacher's name-

OK, sorry, I'll continue the story of the worst possible morning ever later- I've got US History.

More then!