RIP right leg

 Another streak of unhappy occurences today.

 I wake up, and contract the muscle of my right leg for whatever reason - it's a habit of mine. It gave me a really nice nerve cramp that made me emit audible ouches and hurt for hours afterwards.

 School went somewhat fine despite this. Our math teacher returned my maths textbook after grading a homework I completely forgot about - We were given the option to give her our textbooks to be assessed if we completed our homework during the extra time there was to spare once she finished her lesson. I managed to give her my textbook in hopes I'll get an easy grade, and my textbook was returned with a 9/10 for my homework. Permission to use our textbooks while doing this homework basically allowed me to spoonfeed myself the formulas to solve the exercises given and I got to skip a test so this is a neat plus.

 But that was pretty much the good about this school day. English class came and there I found out that I could've just used Power Point Online to make my project all along. I was never explicitly even told if I got my 1/10 or if I can still make my project. Though I wasn't going to let the form teacher leave the class without presenting her my wonderful art performance which was intended to serve as the first slide of my project.

 So I ask my weaboo acquaintance to show her it, because I've sent it to him on Facebook along with a request for a free download link for PP (He provided me with the latter but by the time I remembered my request to check the chat it was already too late to make the project) and I only own a cellular that can do little besides making calls. She seemed to exhibit authentic anger at this. An overreaction, unless she has seen some of the more esoteric pepe and wojak memes out there on the internet.

Only hardcore memer gods will recognize the picture this snippet originates from.

 Or maybe she was upset I wasn't taking this too seriously. In which case she's not been paying attention to me or I've changed significantly since the last school year. Either could be the case, honestly. The memes and family issues are getting to me. Or possibly she's of Turkish descent and that picture bit deep.

 I regret nothing of this, though.

 I do regret what followed but I think it was still a good exercise in damage control.

 After the first English class, instead of continuing with our regular schedule of another English class and a Dirigency class teacher decided to walk the class to a book showcase/festival/event that happened in the town. I planned on a sneaky escape from this in the process which was rapidly foiled by me misstepping in a way that bent my ankle in the classic spraining position and my weaboo acquaintance (Let's nickname him "Jooto" because that would be the Japanese equivalent to his name according to some hurried internet translating I did) trying to herd me back into the crowd after he gathered that I was obviously trying to leave it. I suppose this caused me to hasten and I made a run for it when we came close to a forking in a street, but I was slow enough for my class to notice me and Jooto caught up to me and tried convincing me to return. I tell him he can tell my teacher I left, and I try to make my way to the bus stop where I would take the bus to drive me home. On my way I begin being nervous about the likelihood of my teacher having called my parents to inform them of my escape or she planning to mark me down an absence in the class catalogue (Which can be a cause of concern if they add up).

 And since going home would have only gotten me only deeper in trouble, I connive a brilliant masterplan to get myself out of this mess - I call my teacher and tell her I only left because I forgot my phone at school and I had to get it, and that I am now on my way to the festival where I'll meet the class. I can't recall exactly if her voice was relieved or still stressed - (She's technically responsible for my well being) but she basically just repeated the word "Okay" and then repeated the fact that we'll meet there. By this point I was long regretting the fact that I've taken the woman on such an emotional rollecoaster.

 I get to the festival/event, which was pretty empty desolate, and especially free from the presence of my classmates, to get told by one of my classmates I can leave whenever I want. So I loiter around for a bit for good form and then get out of there, for one last long walk to the bus stop and a subsequent but shorter walk from where the bus drops passangers off closest to my house to my house itself. I've not even succeeded in finding out if I've been marked as absent or not.

 But my parents were placid when I got home, which leads me to believe she's not called them. And I still got home earlier than I normally would've today.

 Which is all I could've asked from this day. Who knows, I might do the few details I overlooked in some previous pixel drawings with the energy I've preserved through a 6-hour school day or make a whole new one so that none of it goes to waste.