One-Shots! (Just a Heck-Load of Random Ones)

Storytime:

Hey y'all. I'm bored and stalling from doing my homework so heere's a story of what happened on Friday for me lol:

So I've been taking these 2 times of medicine every morning and night because the doctor prescribed them to me because my vocal cords are fucked up and she said the medication will help my sickness which will help my voice. So anyway, Friday was the day after Pi Day, and my math teacher said we'd celebrate it that day since he wasn't at school on Thursday. So in the morning I woke up late but I had to get dressed up because at 8:30 I had a band festival and whatnot and so like I'm rushing to get all dressed up and stuff, so my mom throws the last slice of toast in the toaster. So it's like 7:25am (you're officially tardy if you arrive after 7:35am) and I'm legit still getting ready and I just start shoving this slice of toast down my throat. When it got to 7:37 (pretty much the latest possible time I can leave the house and make it to school on time), I threw away the other half of the toast, took both my medicine's without giving it a thought even though one says I HAVE to take it with food, and I run out the door. Once we were driving, I remembered I was gonna have pie in my math class so it was fine that I didn't each much that morning. Well long story short my math teacher only let people that brought pie eat the pie and one person of their choosing, and since I have no friends, I obviously wasn't chosen sadly. Rip me, amiright? Well around 20 minutes into the class, my stomach starts hurting pretty bad. My stomach randomly hurts often so I thought nothing of it and drank some water. Yeah, well after another 10 minutes, it's even worse, and I started getting dizzy. Like, badly. And I'm starting to freak out because the last time this happened was when I passed out during a blood test. So I'm sitting in my seat, holding my head and chugging water to hopefully get better. Once I realized it was only getting worse, I decided to make a run for it out of the class and to the bathroom in case I threw up. Well, once I almost made it to the door, I ran into my math teacher who would've flipped if I left without asking so in my extremely shaky and dizzy state, I ask if I can use the restroom and he's like "Sure, just take a vest by the door" (we have to take these vibrant colored vests when we leave classrooms because teachers dont trust us) so I grab it and stumble out the door and thankfully, the bathroom is right near my classroom. Well considering how dizzy I was and the fact that I was wearing heels because of my band festival, I fell face first into the ground and fainted. On concrete. Thankfully, I was only out for a few seconds, and surprisingly nobody saw me, so I quickly ran into the bathroom. After breathing for a few minutes and somehow not throwing up and having a mental breakdown because my clothes got really dirty and I was upset because I looked all nice this morning, I felt quite a lot better. It was at this point that I remembered I fell face-first directly on concrete. So I checked on the mirror on my phone and I got a bloody scrape under my lip, a small gash under my chin, and my top lip and right temple were a tiny bit scraped as well. I also happened to tear up my left knee and bruise my right arm. So although I felt fine sickness vise, my body ached really freaking bad and I was bleeding and I had no bandaids. Oh yeah, and my band festival was in like 5 minutes. So after I stopped shaking and freaking out and the bell rung for the next class, I walked out of the stall and washed the dirt off of my face. After that, I went back into my math class, grabbed my stuff, and left for band. During the actual festival while I was playing, my clarinet squeaked a bunch which most likely made the judge dock off a few points for our band. Then I had to work in my band room for 1.5 hours by passing out sight reading music folders, collecting them, and changing chairs and stands around to fit whatever band came into the room next. That was extremely stressful because the old man judging the sight reading made us do it reeeally fast and I was like in pain from my knee and all that good stuff. So finally at like 12:30pm I found an antiseptic wipe and some tiny bandaids that didnt fit my knee scrape which was still bleeding into my bands. I thought that for now, it'd have to do so I put it on, and then continued my job. (By the way, I hadn't eaten yet because we didn't get a lunch break). Finally when that was over, I walked into my 6th class which was thankfully almost over so I only had one more class to go, which was my drama class that we do nothing in. So in that time span I tried to get my mom to pick me up because I seriously just wanted to go home, but she was at work along with my dad. So once school finally ended, I asked my grandma to pick me up (I usually walk home) and asked her to take me to get fast food because honestly I was having the worst day and I needed SOMETHING to make it better. Thankfully, she did and I got Burger King and she took me home, and nobody else was home. Not my mom, my dad, nor my brother and I didn't even know where he was. So I ate and then decided I should actually clean up my knee because the wipe did absolutely nothing. So I looked for about 12 minutes for a cleaning thing and a bandaid and finally I found a bandaid and decided to just use peroxide. "It can't hurt that bad, right?" Well, I was wrong. After fixing it up, I ended up crying for probably half an hour because of how awful my day was and how much my knee hurt. I was playing Twenty-Øne Piløts on my TV, too, so that kinda cheered me up. I also had drama rehearsal that night at 6:00. Which would include lots of dancing and bending down on my knees. So that was fun to look forward to. After being fully cheered up again so I felt okay, I tried looking for something in my drama backpack, and I couldn't find. It doesn't sound like much, but it was a framed picture of the cast of the last show I was in, Big Fish, and it meant a lot to me. So I had another mental breakdown when I couldn't find it and after another like 15-20 minutes, I found it under my couch or something. After a while of calming down again, a depressing song came on and that made me cry TOO because I'm a pathetic loser that cries at everything. So yay. Time skip to actual rehearsal, my knee and jaw were hurting pretty bad and there was lost of singing and dancing which made it hurt more so fun times. And finally at like 9:20pm, I saw my mom for the first time since 7:30am. As I was telling the story to her, she was actually listening and not blaming it on me for ONCE so that was actually pretty cool.

So yeah, that was my Friday. How was yours?