Skins and retaliation

I feel like I've spent the day breathing in, as my mother calls it, other peoples' dirty laundry.
On the radio this morning one of the hosts was in tears because of a dispute with her boss. They brought the boss on the air to argue with him. They usually play music or read the news or talk about happy things. I still don't know what it was really about.
We had an assembly about conduct this morning. It was an awful lot of words to say be respectful and don't litter. The lady in charge wouldn't stop talking about her tip to Africa. I don't begrudge her it, but it really didn't seem like the time. Maybe I'm just tired.
Our Lit teacher wasted half an hour complaining about her father and things people drew on the chalkboard. My group mates for a project complained I wasn't pulling my weight. They were completely right to; I've had things on my plate and on my mind, so I'd put it to the absolute back of the pile. I wasn't being fair to them. I need to get my shit together.
Went to a presentation for Carleton University. Generic university stuff, no real deciding factors.
I'm not going on the Bio field trip. I feel it would be a waste of time. I have things that need doing. The new unit promises lots of long and complex terminology to learn.
English presentations are going slower and slower. One handsome young man - clearly the teacher's favorite - seems to be doing half the talking. I know discussion is encouraged, and I know his points are valid, but we do need to be moving on. Sometimes I have things to say, too. I don't often get the opportunity.
My head hurts. My limbs ache from Kendo. I've got an image looping in my head of a girl vomiting blood. I feel completely swamped in other peoples' lives.
I wonder if this is how I make people feel.