i hate college.

i'm having the worst time ever.

- due to my own stupidity.
today, i had english after break, so i went to the lesson, and found i was in a group with a guy i met through The Best Friend who at one point i really liked. this was fine. it was more than fine.
and then two things happened. 1) my teacher wasn't the teacher my timetable said - however the timetable does say subject to change, so i didn't think anything of it. 2) my name wasn't on the register - my name is often pretty low down on it, and has been cut off the end before, so i didn't think anything of this either.
at the end of the lesson, i checked my timetable. once. twice. again.
i was supposed to be going to English. in the room i was currently in. the English class i had just sat through, was supposed to be my media class.
i left the room and had what i consider to be a mild panic attack.
i walked back to the room, sat through the second first english class of the day. and then talked to the woman who taught my actual English class (who is also my tutor). i told her about my catastrophic mistake. and she said it was fine and just to go and talk to my media teacher.
who i couldn't find.
and when i eventually found her, she reassured me that i hadn't missed a lot, gave me some sheets to read through, and then stared at me like i had swapped her grandmother for an oreo.

and then i had to queue for thirty minutes to by two goddamned books.

this was all after i had to stand for thirty minutes on a bus packed like sardines.

and there's not even like a cute guy who sits next to me in maths and asks for paper just cause he wants to talk to me. this college stuff is bs.

FML.