That Type of a Tuesday

Hi, everyone! Sorry for the long absence. I will TRY to update every day, like a normal blogger would! Or, it might be weekly, or every other day, depending on my homework load. Speaking of homework, I want to tell you guys about the comedy of errors that was today.
First, I go to my English class with the project I had rushed to finish the night before (I know, procrastination at its finest) only to gather form observing my classmates' projects that I had misunderstood the instructions and had done the project wrong! I got an extension, luckily.
Next, I was in the school library for the hour I serve as an aide, where one of my jobs is putting laminate covers on the dust jackets of new arrivals. I tried to tear of a piece of book tape from the dispenser, and nicked my finger. Sighing, I told my teacher about it, and I got a bandage. I went back to covering books, reached for the book tape, and nicked another finger! ARG!!! Another bandage. Oh well. At least I got to see the new books and check them out before anyone else did :D
In my next class, I was fiddling with my bandages. I looked under them, and it looked like the bleeding had stopped, so I took them off. Little did I know, the next hour, when I was trying to write notes, my grip on the pencil caused the pencil to press against the cuts, which were sore!
I rather enjoyed the error that happened at lunch.I checked in with some friends, and we planned to meet back in the same room we were in to have lunch. Instead of leaving my bag and books there, I took them with me, just out of habit, not realizing until I had already started out.
So, I go through the lunch line, grab some food that you can get without needing a tray, and check out. Only then do I realize... Wait. my hands are full of food. How am I going to pick up my back pack? I juggled things a little bit, and managed to pick up my backpack. As I was walking down the hall, I was careful to walk slowly as to lessen the risk of dropping anything. That's when it happened.
This guy I like saw me struggling, and asked where I was going. I told him, and he offered to at least carry my books!! So, if nothing else, I involuntarily brought my backpack with me to the cafeteria to have an excuse for a cute boy to carry my books and walk with me for a bit :).
Then came the jokes of the day. Well, only one of them was joked about to my face, but I imagine that the other will be too, before long. The first happened in history class. My teacher asked someone to describe horizontal integration. I raised my hand. "It's like," I started "If there was a locally owned tire shop, say, Joe's Tires, and Firestone bought it. It's like that."
My teacher said that it was a good example, since horizontal integration is a big company buying smaller, similar businesses, but my classmates began to laugh. I couldn't imagine what they were laughing at, until my teacher later noticed a girl laughing about something different, and asked her what was so funny. This dude said "I'm still laughing about 'Joe's Tires,' that was just perfect."
I was glad to find out that the girl had been laughing about something else, or I might have melted into a puddle under the table. I was just trying to come up with a generic name for the example! Luckily, the period ended soon, and I headed to French. We were grading a paper, and I wondered what time it was (my teacher covers the clock in our classroom because she thinks it's an insult to count down the minutes until class is over), and reached for my phone. My hand met air when it went into the pocket of my bag where I kept my phone.
I dug around, but still couldn't find my phone. I looked around my seat to see if it had maybe fallen out, but no luck. My teacher let me go look for it. I went to my previous class, then the class I had eaten lunch in (where, when trying to call my phone to see if someone had picked it up, I accidentally called another high school) and the school office, to no avail. The final bell of the day rang, and I resigned myself to looking more tomorrow.
As I was heading back to French Class to get my things, a friend of mine said, "Your phone's in the room."
Apparently, my phone was under the paper we had been grading... This was discovered when it vibrated when I called it. My classmates noticed, "Uh, the table's moving." Embarrassed, I grabbed my things, and left, humorously embarrassed.
I can sort of laugh at these things now, so that's why I can talk about them. I bet I'll barely remember them come a week, or maybe even come tomorrow (wouldn't surprise me, since I have my bi-monthly appointment with my psychiatrist in the morning). And, if you can't laugh at yourself once in a while, who can you laugh at?