What's Bothering You?

I have an F grade in one of my classes at the moment. The software my college uses says that the three assignments that I got a bad grade on is past due even though I gave it to my professor today. I'm hoping that's just a placeholder if it’s the case that he hasn't graded it yet, I'm afraid to email him because what if he thinks my work is actually THAT BAD to warrant an F. I don't know if I'm going to be able to recover my grade because of this.

To be honest, those assignments weren't my best because it sort of looked worse compared to everyone else's. I haven't told anyone this but I'm just so overwhelmed with everything, maybe it's because I'm not used to college yet? I have so much work to do everyday, I wanted to have a job by this time but I can't because sometimes I'm working on other classwork until 8 PM. I actually don't have a life anymore.

All these classes I'm taking right now are core subjects and have little to do with the career I want to have except for maybe one class. I got bad peer feedback for that class too (different class than the one I already mentioned), which wasn't a bad grade but a critique on what they think I could do better. TBH it wasn't even USEFUL feedback either, I thought my design was really good but their critiques more of a "I just don't like it" rather than how I could improve on it from a design standpoint which is extremely disheartening to say the least because someone else created something that looked like it didn’t even take 15 minutes to make and everyone loved it, I'm not even trying to be mean when I say that. Moments like these seriously make me rethink my life choices.
 
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I remember when I made a mistake on a citation. That granted me an automatic F and it said "This is a warning. Next time you will be reported for plagiarism and legal action will be taken".

She did let me fix it.

It made my heart jump. That professor didn't mess around though. I still can't get an assignment back without immediate anxiety.
 
I dropped a coffee on myself while driving the other day and I cleaned out my car but the spoiled milk smell has arrived. Idk how many coffees I've dropped on myself now or knocked them onto the floor. It's like this magic power that I have
 
I am absolutely livid right now. Someone who invited themselves to my partner's birthday party tonight (she doesn't like her, I don't even know her, and she barely interacted with anyone) just broke the couch my parents bought us as a moving in gift a year ago. 😡

EDIT: I've been corrected on this person's pronouns and updated them.
 
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My mom has two friends that are basically drug addicts and not good people, and she's accusing me of hating every male friend she hangs out with because I want her to get back with my dad. That's definitely not the case at all. I don't want her back with him.

She's putting false **** in my head and I already struggle with the **** I'm telling myself. She isn't helping. It just makes me question... but I know it's not true.
 
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The day was great but it didn't end well because I burned my dinner. The worst part was that it was some pasta my mom cooked a few hours ago. T^T

Also, I don't think I can go out again. For now, at least. Walking is the best way for me to get some exercise because it's the least physically exerting, but whenever I'm out I just go to the store to buy stuff. And I guess my parents don't like that because now I've no good way to move my body. And don't even suggest that I exercise in my room...
 
I am absolutely livid right now. Someone who invited themselves to my partner's birthday party tonight (she doesn't like her, I don't even know her, and she barely interacted with anyone) just broke the couch my parents bought us as a moving in gift a year ago. 😡

Thankfully after speaking to my partner at 3:30AM after everyone else left--the person who broke the couch left immediately after doing so, and while she mumbled "sorry" to my partner didn't say a word to me, despite knowing it was my family who bought the couch - I said as much when asking them not to arse around on it--we've agreed this person is banned from our house. My partner has told me she'll take care of repairing/replacing the couch and not to worry about it. But, yeah, I'm still angry this morning. How hard is to respect the furniture when you're in someone else's home?

Also, I have some idea who is responsible for this (not the person above), but about five minutes after posting this I found something incredibly inappropriate in our ensuite bathroom. The upstairs was off limits aside from one person staying in the guest bedroom and no one should have been in our room. I told my girlfriend when she came up to bed and she was angry - so much so she immediately turned on the lamp and asked me to show her the evidence (that I'd dissembled but stored in a drawer). She was glad I was the one to find it because (a) it would have been triggering for her and (b) she said she would have immediately marched downstairs to find out who was responsible. What happened to tasteful pranks?
 
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