…and by you, I mean my phone.

Today has been a shitty day. Why, you may ask? Well it involves a couple of doucher-y things that have happened today.

1. My phone got confiscated at school (Yeah, I know right? Who knew they were serious about the whole ‘no electronics at school’ rule?)
2. Usually they give you your phone back at the end of the day, but since today is Friday and they insist that it has to be held at the office for 24 hours, I don’t get it back until MONDAY
3. Apparently we had an art test today that I was not aware about. I didn’t even know we had tests in art…
4. Some other stuff that I won’t even bother getting into. Trust me, I’m saving you guys from a LOT.

First of all, let’s hear it for same week blogging! YAY! How pathetic is this huh? I’m congratulating myself for blogging twice in the same week. I have hit rock bottom and failed in life. Onto the story…
Today started out being a great day. I woke up early, wasn’t rushing to school, sun was shining, all that good stuff. I get to homeroom and see a bunch of people standing outside and realize that our homeroom teacher decided to be late that morning and make us all wait in the hallway. NO PROBLEMO, I just whip out my phone and turn some music on full blast. Sometime between first and second bell, as I’m jammin’ off to my music, this teacher decides that it’s alright to shove her hands in my face and snap her fingers at me. So I turn around and see this teacher that teaches in the room across the hall, sticking her hand out at me. Here’s how the conversation went down:

Julia: Hi?…
Teacher: I’m gonna need your phone.
Julia: … Seriously?
Teacher: YES!
Julia: *Hands the phone over*
Teacher: TURN THE MUSIC OFF!

She then notifies me that I can go to the office at the end of the day to pick it up. However, according to my friends, they would have to keep it over the weekend because of the 24 hour rule. I refused to believe that and determined to find out that this was a lie, I go up to this lady and ask her if I would be able to get my phone back by the end of the day. She then decides that then would be a good time to tell me that it was up to the vice principle. Oh, that’s great. Thanks for telling me this BEFORE -_- So yeah, now my phone is in confiscatory prison for the rest of the weekend R.I.P for the weekend phone, R.I.P. You will be missed <3 And if you’re wondering why I didn’t totally bitch out today, it’s because apparently you can get in huge shit for saying stuff about a teacher so I’m not gonna take my chances here :) Even though I just probably about did it with that sentence right that LMAO.

About the art test. It pretty much explains itself. The sad part is that this exact thing happened to me in science just YESTERDAY, except I was freaking out a little bit more. And by little bit more, I mean not really at all. My friend had told me that there was only a quiz on this one note and since I never even bothered to copy the note, I figured I would just wing it. I mean, it’s just a quiz, so. But when I get to school, it turns out that it wasn’t just a quiz on one note. It was a fucking UNIT TEST. FML. My friend and I were pretty much screwed over. More me than her because she at least studied that ONE note. So when we took the test I basically guessed approximately 90% of the answers. Multiple choice FTW However, everyone comes out of science saying, “THAT TEST WAS SO EASY” when I was secretly crying in the corner because I didn’t understand half the questions. Model student right here guys.

Anyways, hope you all have a lovely weekend and let me know in the comments if you’ve ever had anything confiscated at school, and why.