Oct 03, 2006 15:39
You know the classic image of the guy (or girl) with the angel on one shoulder and the devil on the other? That's me.
I have 17 minutes before my next class and you know what? I really don't feel like going to it. I mean, I should go, but I don't want to go. And the professor doesn't even take attendance, so it isn't even like my grade's hanging in the balance.
But Angel Jazzy is really good at the whole guilt thing. I mean, I respect this teacher, so I know I'll feel guilty if I skip his class. I mean, am I the only one who thinks that skipping is something that normally should be reserved for teachers who inspire contempt?
But I really don't feel like actually trekking all the way over to Little Hall. It's hot out and I'm overdressed (ok, jeans and a black cami). And besides, I actually feel like writing. So it isn't exactly like I won't be productive if I don't go. I even left my wallet at home, so there's no way I can go over to Ben and Jerry's (because, face it, if I had that option, I wouldn't be having this debate). And I'm sore from going to the gym yesterday and the seats in that room have absolutely no back support and I have jazz tonight, so I should probably just chill. For my own good, you understand.
Oops...ten minutes before class starts. I couldn't make it there on time anyways and I hate walking into lectures late. Problem solved! ^_^
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