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Oh but I do get lucky sometimes. I decided not to go to class Tuesday because I felt like physical and emotional crap. The fact that I feel a little alienated in my sketching class doesn't help either. I'm the only white kid in there. Which surprised me a bit. I also find everyone else in there boring from what I've heard of their conversations. Which didn't surprise me at all.
As much as I loathe myself, I can at least say I'm not a cookie-cutter boring dolt.
Anyway, back on topic. Apparently the teacher wasn't there either. And some of the other students missed as well. So the teacher said she'll probably make the homework assigned to be turned in Thursday extra credit because like no one had it.
If I was gonna play hookie, that was the day to do it.
I was also not worried about math, since everything so far is a review. And while I haven't had math in forever and a day, what we're doing is really simple and the guy explains things well, so I've had no problems. As a matter of fact, he said only one person got a 100 on the daily beginning of class quiz, and guess who it was. Oh yeah, the boy who skipped class last time.
PS - I must have watched The Lion in Winter three times this past week. I haven't quite decided if that means something's wrong with me, or if it reflects an excellent taste in cinema on my part.
As much as I loathe myself, I can at least say I'm not a cookie-cutter boring dolt.
Anyway, back on topic. Apparently the teacher wasn't there either. And some of the other students missed as well. So the teacher said she'll probably make the homework assigned to be turned in Thursday extra credit because like no one had it.
If I was gonna play hookie, that was the day to do it.
I was also not worried about math, since everything so far is a review. And while I haven't had math in forever and a day, what we're doing is really simple and the guy explains things well, so I've had no problems. As a matter of fact, he said only one person got a 100 on the daily beginning of class quiz, and guess who it was. Oh yeah, the boy who skipped class last time.
PS - I must have watched The Lion in Winter three times this past week. I haven't quite decided if that means something's wrong with me, or if it reflects an excellent taste in cinema on my part.