The worst day of my life....

The worst day of my life has yet to begin. Imagining having six subjects with the workload of assignments together not including all the upcoming pop quizzes and mid-term tests. It's already week 5 and I haven't even started on my media ethics assigments.
Since few weeks ago, I went to talk to the lecturer about this. She told me to ask around and I did exactly what is being told for the past few weeks. Went around begging, pleading and asking and was sick. It is fucking wasting my time and it's not liked I have nothing else to do.
Right now, I feel that my blood is boiling for the stupid class rep has not send me my notes, files and attachments as exactly being . I have paid all the class funds and I only want every single piece of my notes that I am supposed to receive. The pressure and tolerance that I give is already way over the peak. There is an extreme bitterness inside me and it is making me sick.
By right, I am supposed to be in my year three and semester two but due to some reasons I am stuck in year three semester one. At first, I thought that it is supposed to be a good thing given that I can start my life afresh with friends whom I already know since my KTAR pre-uni days.
But know it seems liked I am stuck in some kind of vicious cycle which is liked some bad karma.
When I successsfully finished my industrial training, I thanked god that it is finally over and I can now proceed to year three. During my three months time of industrial training, I have reflected on many things in my life and my sheer ignorance in the past.
The only thing is missed about my previous class is that I have wasted a good few months of my time where I would have graduated much earlier and on time. The other thing that I missed about my previous class is the goodness and helpfullness of one certain honest and kind individual. When I said kind, I mean that " " is better than the rest of the dipshits. Whenever I accidentally miss my class due to my blurness, " " woudl surely sms me and in