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Worst. Fucking. Day

So.

I had an orthodontist (I have braces. 6 years and going) appointment today, so as opposed to the way this school day would usually work (Me going to this other school for a course, taking a bus back to my school and then finishing out the day there), I was supposed to leave at the regular time I leave (11:45 am EST) and go home, eat lunch and hang out before my appointment (set at 2:15 pm EST).

This course I take is called “Multimedia Technology.” It is a vocational (read: job training kinda thing) program based in “multimedia” (this is bullshit, we really only do work with film and computers (I signed up for the photography aspect)). A fellow classmate and I had to go film a class for a teacher’s re-certification type deal.

We left at around 11 am EST to go film for around 45 minutes. The class didn’t start until around 11:15 EST due to them having lunch. My classmate and I ended up recording essentially the whole 80 minute class. At close to noon EST, I told my classmate to go (he needed to have lunch and get to his next class (the last of the day).

But it was after he left, I became edgy. In previous times, when she has come to pick me up, my grandmother (I don’t drive nor have a cell phone) has hated me being late. So, obviously, I was worried she’d be mad.

But I didn’t stop filming. There was no proper place to stop just yet. So I didn’t. The class ended at 12:45 EST. I had to take down all of the equipment (a boom mic and pole, camera, etc.) as students (people I don’t know) came pouring into the classroom for their next class. It was embarassing and I was aflame (ooh, interesting word choice) with anger.

As I left the classroom, I was in a rage. My classmate had said, when he left, that he would try to find someone to come help me (It was a two person job. You try managing a camera and holding a boom mic at the same time!!) but no one ever came. So thus I had to put stuff away (Video/film stuff isn’t my forte) and I’m not even sure if I’d even put the stuff into its bags correctly.

But as I left the classroom, my teacher showed up coming down the hall. I was so upset at that point I could barely speak. I just knew I had to get out to the car, to my grandmother and apologize.

The teacher babbling away at me, but my blood was boiling. My grandmother is gonna be so mad at me… I kept thinking. I leave from my classroom after dropping off the stuff, walk up a hill to the place where my grandmother’s supposed to be.

She’s not there.

I panic, trying to think of all my options, my eyes running around the parking lot. No sign of her.

I go into the school’s main office, a territory I am unfamiliar with. I am panicking. My breath is hard and fast, my heart is beating a million miles a minute, I’m shaking and about to burst into tears at any second.

It’s hard for me to speak as I could start crying. I somehow manage to inform the office people that I don’t go to this school, my grandmother was supposed to pick me up, but she’s not here and that I was stuck in another classroom doing work. (Thankfully, this school is in the area where I live. The school I attend is a half-hour drive away (Longer story for another time). Therefore, my sisters go to this school and are on file in their system thingamajig) They call my mom and I speak with her briefly, letting her know I am “okay” (not really) and she tells me my grandmother will come get me soon.

I am in tears, blubbering and shaking at this point. I feel like a fool and am embarrassed. I probably would have had a panic attack if my mom hadn’t answered the phone.

I get home at around 1:10 pm EST. This gives me 35 minutes to eat something and get ready for my appointment. I eat some food, but feel sick to my stomach.

I brush my teeth, take some Tums and go to my appointment, still feeling sick.

Finally, some good news. After 6 years (yes, six years), I will finally be able to get my braces off ASAP. I could have gotten them off today, but I wasn’t feeling well and was not about to throw up all over the office or start crying again…



I am feeling a bit better now and it feels good to write it all out. I don’t know when I get my braces off, but hopefully very soon. I am so stoked about that.

Thanks for reading this and I’m sorry it’s so long!!!

- Kayla