My stupid effing band teacher. He decided to make this concert the SAME day as the choral M.P.A's. Of course it's on a Thursday (Like every fuggin' thing else this year) which is the ONLY day I can't do out of every week because my dad teaches Karate. So of course, I have to go through the hell of planning transportation for myself. Due to the fact that I live pretty far from my school, no one will drive meh so I have to get a ride to someone's house. But the M.P.A's last all day, see, so I won't have time to change out of my chorus dress before I gotta go. THEN I gotta change into my band outfit and do ANOTHER concert. I'm really hating Mr. Chisholm because he could've scheduled the concert for even the next DAY, but Ms. Franzen can't change the date of the M.P.A's because they're county-wide. *Twitch twitch*
Die.
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