About a week before school started back in August, my dad and I came in to make sure I'd be getting a schedule on the first day. We thought we'd sorted everything out, but it turns out I didn't have anything on my schedule except for my homeroom and the guidance office. My dad had to come pick me up, and I didn't go to school on the first day. The second day, I had a schedule, but I didn't have a 3rd period, so I went to the office and told them about it, and I had to sit in the front office for the entirety of 3rd period. After all the schedule stuff got figured out, my friend and I noticed how awful our new strings teacher was. I've ranted about this lady before, and I'm not gonna type it all out again. Long story short, she was the Wicked Witch of the [South]East. Then, this semester, things were going good, but then, yesterday, my mom asked if I'd heard anything about picking my classes for next year, or if I'd gotten any papers. I didn't. And now, today, we have to go to homeroom during 2nd period to pick out our classes for next year. I was never told about this. Not once.
