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I just had the most hilarious conversation with my Conflicts professor.
I explained that I had come with an attendance sheet question, and the look on her face!
See, you have to keep a true and accurate record of your attendance in a class which you submit at the end of the semester like an affidavit. I DIDN'T WANT TO ACCIDENTALLY LIE ON MY AFFIDAVIT. I explained my record -- which was reconstructed from memory, because who actually keeps track on their attendance sheet on a daily basis like you are supposed to? -- which was only containing one absence, and that I had an accumulated guilt quotient too high for just one absence. She checked her records and told me when my other absences were (there were two) and I filled out the form appropriately.
I guess it's not that funny when you can't see the expression on her face. I love Professor W., even though her class is very hard and her exam is going to kick my ass, and I am really tempted to like ... do something really dumb and take health law next year so I can have another class with her. Um.
Anyway. I have now taken care of all of my attendance sheet concerns, and I am forty minutes away from my last ever professional responsibility lecture.
Does anyone know how to open a yogurt container without it EXPLODING ALL OVER YOU?
Hypothetically, I mean.
I explained that I had come with an attendance sheet question, and the look on her face!
See, you have to keep a true and accurate record of your attendance in a class which you submit at the end of the semester like an affidavit. I DIDN'T WANT TO ACCIDENTALLY LIE ON MY AFFIDAVIT. I explained my record -- which was reconstructed from memory, because who actually keeps track on their attendance sheet on a daily basis like you are supposed to? -- which was only containing one absence, and that I had an accumulated guilt quotient too high for just one absence. She checked her records and told me when my other absences were (there were two) and I filled out the form appropriately.
I guess it's not that funny when you can't see the expression on her face. I love Professor W., even though her class is very hard and her exam is going to kick my ass, and I am really tempted to like ... do something really dumb and take health law next year so I can have another class with her. Um.
Anyway. I have now taken care of all of my attendance sheet concerns, and I am forty minutes away from my last ever professional responsibility lecture.
Does anyone know how to open a yogurt container without it EXPLODING ALL OVER YOU?
Hypothetically, I mean.