So begins my life of crime
OK, just to clarify, I'm not the type of person who skips school. I'll take the punches, I'll face the consequences, I'll drag myself out of bed and go face a world that hates me because I didn't do my English homework, but today it was just too much. When I realized that I still had EC charts, an editorial assignment, and a take-home quiz to do, and a 35 page chapter to outline, and it was *midnight*, and I knew tonight was going to be even worse, and I got so stressed out that I ended up crying on the sofa, I decided it was time for drastic measures. So I fell asleep on the sofa on purpose, textbook in lap and glasses askew, so I could convince everyone that I had done so *accidentally*, and I wrote Mom a note this morning saying that I felt sickish when I woke up and I hadn't been able to get my work done and I was staying home from school whether she called me in sick or not. (She did, of course, because she's awesome like that...there's no way she didn't know I was faking.) So here I am. A delinquent in the making.
Yes, yes, I know. I brought this on myself. I do not expect pity. I do expect severe chiding. But at least now I've got some time to catch up. Which I should have done over Thanksgiving weekend, I know. But I didn't, so nyeh.
John, beloved brother, Mom must know already, but just the same, tell her and I will rise up and slay you.
Yes, yes, I know. I brought this on myself. I do not expect pity. I do expect severe chiding. But at least now I've got some time to catch up. Which I should have done over Thanksgiving weekend, I know. But I didn't, so nyeh.
John, beloved brother, Mom must know already, but just the same, tell her and I will rise up and slay you.