...isn't me.
I've always had a hard time skipping classes. Even when I'm burning with a 130 degree fever, I still feel as if it's my responsibility to walk through the five feet of snow, uphill both ways, to get to class. It probably has something to do with the way that my parents brought me up.
Mom and dad, I have something important to tell you. I skipped class today for no apparent reason. I'm feeling perfectly fine, but I've been going through something called senioritis where you don't feel like doing schoolwork (or going to class). It's already starting to set it. Thankfully I have pretty easy semesters this year. I invited a friend to go with me to a local coffee shop (she's in the same class as I am) and we both enjoyed our skip.
Mother, please don't cry, but I'm actually writing this blog entry as my professor is lecturing on global warming. He says that "It is caused largely by the carbon dioxide in Earth's atmosphere, the amount of which is growing each year because of our use of fossil fuels." Interesting, no? Not really.
Don't worry mother, I will graduate. My fear of not graduating is far greater than my wandering mind...
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If I write a comment applauding this activity, is that heretical? Once in awhile, a skip is a good thing. I wish I had done at least one every semester... and I didn't. Nicely done. Enjoy the nice weather while it lasts!
something tells me you're not quite telling the truth about uphill both ways. we're in indiana man. there ain't no hills.
Jua Jua!
Son.....I think we better sit down and have a long chat. mama
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