The exact "well, fuck" moment

Okay, so I have quite some things to catch you all up on, but I'll just first talk about the shit that I'm in right now.

So last week, I had to hand in my final essay for one of my classes, and this week I'm supposed to have my oral defense of it. Everyone is either on Wednesday or Thursday. I went to my teacher early (start of last week or the week before) to ask if I could be on Wednesday, since my step-sister and I were making plans to go to a Halloween event at a theme park, and the Thursday would be the only day the two of us would be able to go there. My teacher said that's okay and that I'll be able to do it on Wednesday, so I, the fool that I was, assumed that he would put me in a time slot on Wednesday.

I check my school mail almost every day, but I figured that, since it's the end of the semester, I didn't have to check my email at the end of last week while I was busy with homework and would check it today, as I guessed the only thing that could come in was perhaps some more info on the exam I have tomorrow and my time for the essay defense, as it's exam week. Fucking dumbass that I was. Late Thursday afternoon, my teacher sent everyone who requested to be on Wednesday a link to reserve a time slot. He hadn't told me that we had to plan time slots ourselves before that email, so I completely missed it. I guessed maybe he had already planned me in, since he had assured me that I would be able to have my defense on Wednesday, but he told me that, nope, I just had to try to swap with someone with a Wednesday time slot and let him know if I could swap with someone. Really helpful advice when I don't have the names or email addresses of the people in my class!

So tomorrow I'll ask people at my test if they're in my class and on Wednesday and would be alright with swapping, but otherwise... well, I guess I'd have to have my oral defense in the fucking train, because I already made the plans and bought my ticket after my teacher assured me I could be on Wednesday. Motherfucker.

And of course my mother fully blames only me. That I should check my email every day. I'm not saying that's not true, but the guy could at least have given me a heads up that we still had to secure our slots and that his word then basically meant jackshit! But no, of course not, because if my mother could find a way to blame me for anything up to and including the fall of Lucifer, she fucking would. Also, I don't have my email on my phone, so even if I checked my mail every day, chances would've still been pretty big that people who are on their phone and laptop all day would have seen the notification earlier and taken all the spots. It's just so fucking unfair! If he would've told me that he couldn't secure a spot for me on Wednesday instead of LYING to me, then I probably would have cancelled the trip with my step-sister, because this is fucking messy. Now I'll probably have to do it on the fucking train. Fuck this teacher. Fuck you, dude. If you ever find this, fuck you for doing this.