MONDAYS BE CRAY

I haven't posted in a while but... ANYWHALE. Here it is.

Yeeesterday...

I was sittin' in homeroom like 

"Doo doo doodle-y doo~"

'cause I finished all my homework on the weekend and I didn't have to rush to do it in class.

Emma: Pauline, did you do the geometry homework?

Me: Haaaaaail yuhh! *looks at her paper* We weren't supposed to do 9-5, Emma.

Emma: ...yeah we were.

I'm like

Me: Nonononono, we were supposed to do 9-3!

Emma: I'm serious! That's what Ms. Kenneally said!

Me: ...I'm gonna check -.-

SOOOoo, I pull out my agenda quick-like and I see:

geo hw: wks 9-5

Well, fudge mcnuggets.

Emma lets me borrow her work so I can check mine when I'm done, and I'm like, "Thanks! I'll get it back to you in geometry class."

So when I get to my next class, I open the homework again so I can complete a couple problems before class starts.

As Mondays are never a good thing, LO AND BEHOLD, Emma's work is not there.

Well sh*t.

This is not happening.

"My goodness it is hot in here. It must be the flames of hell, because that's where I'm going!"

*smiles at Jacob* (the person who sits across from me in Bio) 'cause he's giving me a weird look as I hyperventilate like this:

Me: (EMMA IS GOING TO KILL ME. I LOST HER WORK.)

So I search through all my binders but I can't find itasjdlksafjldksjl.

I stop panicking and think, "Screw it! Let's just let it go, I can copy my work for two people. I have time."

I finally finish my portion in French class, so I take out another sheet of paper and copy allllllll of my work onto the new one.

Basically, I was making a copy of whatever I had for Emma, so she wouldn't get a bad grade for not showing her work.

I get to geometry class super early, and I see Aimee, Emma's friend. 

Me: AIMEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!

Aimee: WHAT?! O_o

Me: Where's Emma?! I need to see Emma, RIGHT NOW.

Aimee: I don't know!

Me: AIMEE, SHE'S GOING TO BE LATE FOR CLASS. WHERE. IS. EMMA.

Aimee: I don't know where she iiiiiiis D:

(Bless Aimee's soul. She deserves an award for putting up with my weirdness.)

So I sit at my seat and fidget because I need Emma to get here ASAP so she can change some bits of handwriting so it looks like hers.

Emma walks in all slowly like

Me: *gestures wildly like a crazed animal* *waves Emma over frantically*

She has this total wtf face on.

Me: *harsh whispers* Emma. Here. Now. Andale. NOW.

Emma walks over to my desk nonchalantly. 

Me: Do you have the work for your geometry hw?!

Emma: Oh, yeah.

Me: . . .

Are you freaking kidding me.

Emma: Why? What's wrong?

I tell her about my day-long freakout, and she's like, "But I waved the paper in front of your face in homeroom when I took it back. I was like, I'm gonna take this, and you were like, yeah sure."

This is exactly what I mean when I say I have memory problems.

I feel like a Dory.