Well, I was having a particularly bad day, and this was compounded by having Methods last lesson. Now, I love maths, and my teacher was a legend, but 3:15-4:15pm of Methods on any day was not acceptable.
So naturally, I was late to class. As I was running up the stairs to reach the classroom area, I tripped. Now, these stairs are steep. I'm a fit person, but seriously, FUCK these stairs. So I have a bit of a self-conscious laugh with a mate who was at the top of the stairs in the VCE study area outside my methods classroom (he ran over after hearing something along the lines of "WHA? No!" *bang* "Cunt!" - I'm a compulsive swearer when stressed, sorry), then I head over to my classroom.
I attempt to open the door, and for some reason the handle just won't fully engage and come back from the latch. I'm standing there for 2.5 minutes, leaning down on the handle. I'm holding my folder/writing stuff/CAS under one arm. Suddenly, *click* and the handle engages and the door swings open quickly, throwing me to the floor. I get ready for embarrassment, but then I notice the classroom's empty.
At this point, I'm unsure as to what's going on, so I take a seat at a desk, take out all my work and writing stuff and wait 5 minutes. Nothing. I look around the room, and notice that there's a note pinned to the INSIDE OF THE DOOR - "Y12 Methods, in Room 15". I was currently in Room 16, literally 5 metres away from my class.
I rush out of the room, and my total fucking derp of a mate looks up and says to me, just as I'm about to enter Room 15 - "Oh right, your method's class is in there"... this was the friend who was looking at me trying to get into a room where my class wasn't, intermittently saying "you should push harder". This guy ended up with an ATAR of 99.35.
So, I brusquely thank my friend and run into Room 15, utterly pissed off and really, really not looking forward to what is now going to be 45 minutes of Methods (15 minutes late, yech... time to bring out the apologies!). But, the universe is clearly not done laughing at me.
As I push open the door, it doesn't open fully. Seems like someone has put a chair behind the door. COOL, GUYS. Momentum, being the bitch that it is, carries my forehead forward into the door. I mutter a hasty, slightly belligerent apology to my teacher, who's killing himself laughing. I then walk over to an empty seat, tripping over a chair and somehow over a particularly large sandwich in the process.
NOTE: I'm not usually clumsy, I just get thrown by Methods. Hope you enjoyed my misfortune, you schadenfreuder, you!