Don't listen.
FRIV. CON.: I feel like Neville Longbottom stuck on the top of a chandelier: "Why is it always me?" As my friend said, "You're f**king insane, so a lot of the crazy sh*t that happens to you is your own fault, but a lot of other crazy sh*t just happens to you for no reason at all." For example: I ended up having to march a spot for an instrument I don't play and my (pretty cool but insanely annoying) friend had to march next to me and kept hitting me on the head with his baritone. My textbooks refused to register in two of my classes. A basket of calculators randomly broke as soon as I walked past them. This guy who had a crush on me wrote his number on an orange that he found on the floor and gave it to me in front of a bunch of people. I had to sit next to this annoying guy who always wanted to copy off of me 2 years in a row. I always manage to get broken music stands and computers, even when I don't pick them out myself. None of this is my fault, yet it would only happen to me. Everyone I know agrees that these are only things that would happen to me. Honestly, I wouldn't be surprised if all these things were because of a running joke that the universe wants to punish me through a lifelong series of small but slightly inconvenient and slightly embarrassing events.
On the bright side, whenever I happen to not due my homework, it always manages to not be due that day, without fail, for any number of reasons. Maybe the universe feels bad about everything else and wants to give me a consolation prize :3
