Pure Maths D

Is over. I had the exam this morning. The worst part was, I turned up at quarter to nine in my red England away shirt, and three quarter pants. Everyone else was wearing school uniform.

FUCK.

I got a grilling for that one from Mrs. Webster, whom I now hate severely. Apparently I was told "quite clearly" that I had to wear uniform to exams yesterday morning. All well and good, but I WASN'T THERE YESTERDAY MORNING! Unlike everybody else in year 11, I did year 12 English, and so I did not have to be at school yesterday for the year 11 English exam.

My not knowing of this slightly important fact was apparently my own fault for not going to school yesterday. FOR FUCK'S SAKE! Why would I be at school for an exam I do not need to sit, so I can hear a message that I did not know was going to be delivered, all so I could turn up to an actual exam in the right items of clothing?! Sometimes the craziness and stupidity of school ife makes me want to eat small children. Honestly.

I didn't even pass my exam.