Was meddling more trouble than it was worth?

I’ve been extremely stressed at school, even though it’s only been the second day. Because of schedule conflicts and a disgruntled student populace, I’ve been forced to change my schedule and argue with the administration. The issue is complex.

Everyone hates Everything is Media 1 because of a bad teacher. Everyone wants to be in Everything is Media 2. Everyone fights with the administration to get into Everything is Media 2, and they succeed. I was a lagger because I believed they would change me into Everything is Media 2 without hesitation. By the time I raise arms and demand getting in, the class is full. The only alternative is to disband Everything is Media 1 entirely. I accept. Thus, the entire class (now all 5 students) is sent into different directions. Everything is Media overall is a pivotal class for my quarter because it provides much needed 360 degree campaigns for my portfolio. However, I no longer have that and am left scrambling to find a substitute by my own devices.

Tis the summation of what caused me a lot of grief today. I suppose being in that small class would have been acceptable, but why would I pay such a large sum tuition not to be taught a damn thing? I suppose it was right of me not to be complacent, but as a student, I shouldn’t have to be dealing with these politics and schemes to begin with. Can’t I just concentrate on my education? Geez.

Update:
The night got even shittier. I was kept awake by a menacing mosquit; I got placed into a useless Improv class which conflicts with my work schedule and gives me no portfolio pieces; and when I finally did get to sleep, I woke up with a swollen eye.

If misery needs a muse, I can be its supermodel.