Ok well I love my gadgets, I have a PDA, iPod, C500 smartphone, so I roll into college with the ipod and phone as usual, and my 6th form is a catholic establishment, so its really safe there (well, far safer than my old place). I do my usual 3rd period computing lesson on Monday, and the room gets locked every time we go out for a break. So, since I was listening to my iPod, I chuck the phone in my bag, and I don't think I closed it... and we all walk out. Come back, and the door was already open with some classmates inside, so I walk in, through the barracade of cocky year 10's and such in the corridoor. I can't find the phone, but I'm having a massive laugh with my mates so I will find it later. Comes to the end of the lesson, phone is NO WHERE So I search the room for 5 mins, and make sure my teacher knows that if he finds a phone in there, to see if its mine.
BUT I wasn't that worried because my mates take my phone sometimes for a laugh, so I can be like 'wtf wheres my phone' for a giggle. Come back this morning, they haven't got it :I So I go to the deputy head, year 13 office lady, and the head of 6th form about this during 1st lesson time (I had a mate to tell my graphics teacher I was going to be late, doing something important). The deputy has a cool tanoy thing, so he asked the whole school if they know anything about it etc... nothing happened... so I go back to graphics to find out I'm in trouble for being late, so I have to do this and that because of it.
BUT it gets worse.
I'm behind in every subject, and to be completely truthful I'm depressed. And now this is bad. Everyones asking me about my phone now, and since my name was on the tanoy, I'm famous for my lost phone, so everyone keeps reminding me about it when I forget. And I have TONS of artwork to be in (my own fault really, but I got the best marks in the class, I thought that would give me somekind of fallback) and my teacher has a COLLASAL go at me. I mean, if I had glasses, they would have been vibrating. Then she fills out some form that says all this bad stuff about me, and how I haven't done this and that (when I have been working my ass off catching up). Then I have to take it to the head of 6th form (most scariest welsh dude ever) and he suspends me :I (sorta) But we manage to work out a deal where I just have to work ultra hard on the weekend. If I don't I get kicked out of Art.
So I just lost my £170 phone with 400+ personal pictures from over the year, such as my holidays, brothers birthdays, and goings outs with mates... and now I have to work my absolute balls off.
And now everyones chosen their Uni's, gotten their personal statements, and even sent in their applications. I am really unsure on what to do (I have been thinking ALOT though) and I haven't got personal statement or anything.
Man, I'm depressed right now.