So, school started back yesterday.
And yesterday just so happened to be one of the most stressfull days I've ever had to endure.
I stayed at Jessie's house the night before so we could go to school together and we kept talking about how we were worried we wouldn't have lunch together and stuff like that, but honestly, I didn't even think that something major would go wrong at school. I was actually pretty excited about it.
That is, of course, until I got my schedule.
I not only didn't have lunch with Jessie, but I didn't have two of the classes I had been told I would have.

This was my originial schedule:
First Period- Chemistry
Second Period- Honors English III
Third Period- Spanish IV
Fourth Period- French III
Fifth Period- Pre-Calc
Sixth Period- U.S. History
Seventh Period- Career Management

There are three very large, obvious (to me anyway) problems with that. One being Spanish IV, two being Career Management, and three being the fact that Publications was not one of my classes. I had no idea what Career Management even was and had never even heard of it. And I dropped Spanish for a reason- I hated it. I took Accelerated Spanish II last year and realized how much I didn't want to learn it at all. Lastly, I had sold ads for the yearbook to be in Publications. I spent almost three weeks of my summer for that class and I was on the list that was posted for the Publications staff. Also, that was going to be my art credit. At my school, you need at least one art credit to graduate and if I didn't take Publications, how was I going to graduate? There was no way I could take Art as a senior.
Needless to say, I freaked out.
Not so much about Career Management, but because of Spanish. I hadn't even taken Spanish III before, how did they expect me to take Spanish IV? It didn't help that it's taught by Dr.Fox, either. He's one of the best foreign language teachers, but he also doesn't speak in english for the majority of the class period and expects us to understand everything. And to top it all off- I hadn't learned anything in Spanish II. My teacher would just give us information and then give us a test. I basically just memorized vocabulary and irregular verbs, but since she never made us practice anything, or do homework, or even review before the final exam, I really don't know anything besides basic Spanish I stuff. So for me, it's like skipping two levels instead of one.

In the midst of my freaking out, I discovered that not only my schedule was screwed up, but so were a lot of other people's. And it turns out, that almost half of the people on the Publications list didn't have it on their schedule. I was pissed. The counseling office had screwed up everyone's schedules again. Just like every year. One of my friends didn't even have a third period on her schedule! A lot of people were going to the counseling center to see if they could have their schedules changed, so I went too. They made me fill out a form and write down what courses I wanted to drop and which ones I wanted in place and blahblahblah. It honestly had no promise, but there were so many people in that office that I just turned in my form without talking to anyone.

The rest of my day was really stressful. I had no idea if my schedule would get fixed and I just kept thinking how I was going to fail Spanish if I didn't get switched out. I was just worring about everything. I told my dad about it when he picked me up from school and I was telling him how pissed I was and whatnot, you know- just venting. And he got mad at me for being angry. Isn't that the most retarded thing you've ever heard? He was all "Stop being so mad about this, it's not the end of the world. Blahblahblah, I'm stupid and I'm just going to get pissed at you" You can't just stop being angry over something and apparently he doesn't understand that. Of course, that only made me more angry. So as soon as we got to the house, I went into my room and called my mom and told her everything up to Daddy getting mad at me. She, thank god, understood exactly how I felt and said that it was perfectly okay to be upset about it. She calmed me down and reassured me that if my schedule didn't get changed, she would call the school and raise all sorts of hell over it. I really love her.

When I got to school today and went into homeroom, they hadn't done anything about my schedule yet. But, I wasn't really mad because I know there were a lot of people in line in front of me. I checked back before lunch started and they had miraculously fixed my schedule.

This is my new/current/hopefully permanent schedule:
First Period- Chemistry
Second Period- Honors English III
Third Period- Pre-Calc
Fourth Period- French III
Fifth Period- Publications
Sixth Period- U.S. History
Seventh Period- Career Management

So, I only got one class changed, but that's the only one I really wanted changed anyway. And my Pre-Calc got changed to an earlier period, but I could really care less. I don't really want to take Career Management, but it's an easy A and I have it with Jessie. Considering that it could have been way worse, I am happy. And I even have lunch with Jessie and a bunch of my friends now :)

Now I'm kind of excited for school on Monday. I'll be able to start my new schedule and catch up with my friends and just get back into the swing of things.
It's oddly comforting.