Estudiante Hardcore
I used to worry that I wouldn't be able to make myself go to Spanish everyday, every morning, every week. Especially on Fridays, I mean I know myself pretty well and I'm not exactly the jump out of the bed smilin kind of person.
Well, today all fears of laziness were dispelled.
I woke up this morning, took a shower, got dressed, puked out the entire contents of my stomach no more that 15 minutes before the start of class and immeadiately (after brushing my teeth and gargling Listerine of course) walked all the way to my Spanish class clutching the painful stitches I had and got in class in time to turn in my homework before class started. (For the record, I also had hideously painful cramps.)
After about 45 minutes into my two hour class my professor asked me to leave and "get some help" because I looked so very pale and if I passed out in her class she wouldn't know what to do. At least now I know that it'll take more than being tired to keep me from going to Spanish.
Well, today all fears of laziness were dispelled.
I woke up this morning, took a shower, got dressed, puked out the entire contents of my stomach no more that 15 minutes before the start of class and immeadiately (after brushing my teeth and gargling Listerine of course) walked all the way to my Spanish class clutching the painful stitches I had and got in class in time to turn in my homework before class started. (For the record, I also had hideously painful cramps.)
After about 45 minutes into my two hour class my professor asked me to leave and "get some help" because I looked so very pale and if I passed out in her class she wouldn't know what to do. At least now I know that it'll take more than being tired to keep me from going to Spanish.