Alrighty... Sunday, I find out I failed two classes for the year and had to meet with guidance on monday. On monday, not only did I have to go with my parents to meet with guidance, but once we got there, the counselour whips out my "yearly reflection", which consisted of an angst-powered rant against humanity and myself on one side, and the lyrics for "hey you" and "Time" on the back (both pink floyd songs). The counselour proceeds to talk to my parents about how this means I have psychological issues and need therapy.
Teusday was spent talking about my summerschool courses and planning them to fit in with my therapy... wich was also being planned.
Today, I had all four wisdom teeth removed.
And tomorrow, I was supposed to go rock climbing as a church event (with the only girl I've met and actually been interested in in two -blam!- years), but because I'm still going to be on painkillers, I can't go on that either.
Double -blam!-.