Way Too Much On My Head

Okay, let's see....... I have my orchestra dues and supplies to get. I need more T-shirts and pairs of jeans (for variety purposes). I need paper, and I need to figure out where to sell my lollipops (I'm doing a fundraiser for my orchestra class). Michael has a job ( YAH!),but he can't hang out on the weekends (AWW!). I'm even more stressed because my space bar is acting like a backspace button (I had to retype the whole previous sentence). I got a little upset over the phone with my Mom and I disrespect her with my tone (we just finished an argument and I just started another one). I can't seem to do anything right...... I didn't turn in practice records, I don't have my supplies, I haven't paid my 2nd and 3rd dues payment (just so you know this is all in orchestra [if it doesn't get paid or if I don't turn in practice time I will become a non-performer and be kicked out of orchestra {I don't want that, I love orchestra and playing my cello}]). I keep wondering if Michael likes me or not, if he just likes me for the candy sours I bring? I can't seem to think straight. My math is actually challenging and it worries me (I'm afraid I'll fail and have to repeat it [it never used to register, but now it bugs me something fierce everyday]). Spanish is okay, and World Geography is going well. I feel stupid in my orchestra class most especially because I might not be playing in tune, my position might be wrong, I may get sucked into the conversation going on around me that shouldn't. I just wanted to cry today in orchestra class. When we had started our scales, our teacher (she has diabetes and had to stay out for a few days, she came to visit and then left for a doctor's visit), Mrs. Wilson, called us out saying that we need to use more bow, we were out of tune, and that we needed to practice because we sounded horrible. She also told us that we were responsible for our bad playing and that she blames us for being lazy and not taking action. She says we can quit, but I don't want to, I'm dedicated. Just like I was through middle school. I don't know if she was talking to me or not, but it hurt knowing that she thought that. She is like a grandma, she inspires me (imagine your grandmother cursing you for doing as best as you know to do in a sport [so far]). I need to eat some cookies or something. I'm going to have a meltdown. I got my mother upset, I have no idea if I'm going to survive orchestra and Algebra. I have no idea if the guy I like is interested and I just can't seem to do anything right. What the hell is going on?
Did some one just curse me to a stressful freshman year like everyone else might be like?

Later.