Bad Day

I sincerely hope that there will no longer be any day worse than Wednesday. Wednesday was practically the epitome of a BAD DAY.
In English class, we had a graphic novel of The Metamorphosis due. Now, I didn't know it was actually due that day. Technically it wasn't. It was due the day after. Like that mattered. The girl who was binding the whole thing, Isabel, needed it that day so that the glue could dry and stuff (it still turned out pretty unstable Thursday, so I guess she had a point). Anyways, I thought I could give it to her Thursday; we had planned on having the stuff in class Wednesday, but thanks to a Planet Earth fieldtrip, I thought I could give myself a little slack. So I had left a good half (more than half) undone. Early that morning, I found out that I was screwed. After a couple of good profanities, I spent the rest of the day and the field trip (sans the part where we climbed all over McKinney Falls) worrying about how I would finish my part. I couldn't let it be late, otherwise that would make the whole thing late. I couldn't have that on me - a) my class would kill me, b) I would hate myself. Anyways, I managed to get it done. But not after I had given myself the most stress in weeks and given myself the most annoying headache in weeks. I also figured out that I had a chemistry lab due the next day, I found out that I had utterly failed a Precalculus test, got rejected from this Mathcamp at Texas State San Marcos (It's actually a really good mathcamp), and got yelled at for being rejected.
Yeah...Wednesday sucked majorly.