Dear Reader,
I have not always been the best student. In high school, I made a point not to disclose my dreams of becoming a teacher because I was pretty sure my own teachers would laugh in my face.
I was the kid who constantly under-achieved. Who never turned in homework. Who skipped test days because I was unprepared.
I mean, not all of them. I still excelled in certain classes and I guess I did well enough to get an honors diploma (although I might as well be living proof that getting that sticker on your diploma is not that hard to do and is virtually pointless.)
Anyway, my point that I’m trying to come to is that I’ve gotten better. But we all have relapses, and this morning I skipped my 8am.
Why?
Because I was having a great dream when my first alarm went off at 7:20. If I had gotten up then, I would have just enough time to do everything I needed to do–get dressed (and look presentable enough to take my new passport picture after class), brush my teeth, go to King Cafe and get some coffee and maybe even a breakfast sandwich.
Mind you, it takes me FOREVER to get ready in the morning.
But I rolled back over and closed my eyes, wanting to return to my wonderful dream for only a moment.
And you know what I dreamt? I dreamt that I was getting ready.
I went through EVERYTHING that my morning routine consists of and then I walked to–not King–but Starbucks! And I splurged on a carmel latte and breakfast sandwich and it all looked so good and it was so realistic and then they called my name and smiled at me, about to present to me my glorious food–
and my alarm went off.
7:45.
I was going to be late to class AND I would have to repeat everything I just did (not really, but still) AND I wouldn’t even have time for coffee OR a sandwich.
And then I’d have to sit through 2 hours of linguistics with my mean teacher who loves calling on random people even though none of us anything because she doesn’t teach.
Yeah, no thanks.
So I skipped. And it was a dumb reason, but (although I don’t regret it), it got me thinking about all of the other dumb reasons I’ve skipped class before.
And then I compiled the list and decided to share it with you.
Enjoy.
REASONS I’VE SKIPPED CLASS
- my bed was warm (outside of it was cold)
- overslept
- talked myself into thinking going would be pointless
- didn’t do homework
- forgot I had class
- had a panic attack
- forgot to show the night before
- I didn’t have any clean pants
- food poisoning (that was fun)
- crying
- to study for another class (lol)
- kept having nose bleeds
(I actually emailed my professor about that last one and she was SUPER understanding, so that was cool)
That’s all I have, and hopefully I don’t add any more reasons to list any time soon. I mean, some of them are actually valid, but others…just…smh.
Anyway, I’m trying to be better.
We’ll just forget about today.
Sincerely,
Sammy
PS. Can we all just take a second to be impressed that “hungover” didn’t make the list? Thank you.
SINCERELY, SAMMY 