Wack-a wack-a doo-doo yeah....
I've come to the conclusion that I suck at playing hooky. This is the third consecutive time that I have skipped my IPC class in order to make my persuasive speech a charm, but I don't think I'll even get to perform because I don't have a doctor's slip to excuse my absences. This is pretty much how everything went:
Wednesday:
1. Didn't have my speech completed.
2. (11:30 pm) E-mailed instructor to tell him I was going to be absent because I was sick.
3. (1:30 pm) Received an e-mail reply saying that I can do my speech another day as long as I have a sick slip.
4. (1:33 pm) Fuck.
5. (2:00 pm) Beth called. I told her about my predicament. We laughed about it. I told her that I was either going to have to get sick quick or make a phony doctor's slip on the computer and forge it.
Thursday:
1. (1:00 pm) Went to health center to make appointment. They told me that I had to fill out a form and appointed me a 3:30 slot.
2. (1:20 pm) Didn't want to fill out that long-ass packet, so I decided to make up a phony doctor's slip.
3. (2:00 pm) Finished making a doctor's slip.
4. (2:00 pm- 2:30 pm) Practice my forging skills.
Well, that night Beth came up to visit me for the weekend. On and off I worked on the speech. I missed class on Friday, and apparently so did 90% of the rest of the class. So last night I worked on my outline a bit and tried adding some things to my powerpoint. I went to bed at 1:00.
I had a dream last night that I gave the presentation and it was a success. Of course, I woke up later than I had planned, but figured I still had time to make some finishing touches. So from 11:30 to 3:00 I finished the outline, but I ran out of time to make myself some notecards. Plus, I needed an excused absence for not only Wednesday, but Friday too. Because of this, I had to make moderations to my doctor slip, but then realized how fabricated it all looked, so I ended up deciding not to give the speech. I felt too unethical about playing hooky in order to get credit for a late speech... And ethics was one of the first things we talked about in IPC. I'm just a bad liar, and that's all it comes down to.
Monday:
1. Fuck.
So now I'm at the verge of giving up my grace period here at BG. I have this week and exam week to jump the hurdle. I have been praying with every ounce of faith I have in my mind, body and soul to be able to continue my education. Especially now that I know what I want to do with it.
Wednesday:
1. Didn't have my speech completed.
2. (11:30 pm) E-mailed instructor to tell him I was going to be absent because I was sick.
3. (1:30 pm) Received an e-mail reply saying that I can do my speech another day as long as I have a sick slip.
4. (1:33 pm) Fuck.
5. (2:00 pm) Beth called. I told her about my predicament. We laughed about it. I told her that I was either going to have to get sick quick or make a phony doctor's slip on the computer and forge it.
Thursday:
1. (1:00 pm) Went to health center to make appointment. They told me that I had to fill out a form and appointed me a 3:30 slot.
2. (1:20 pm) Didn't want to fill out that long-ass packet, so I decided to make up a phony doctor's slip.
3. (2:00 pm) Finished making a doctor's slip.
4. (2:00 pm- 2:30 pm) Practice my forging skills.
Well, that night Beth came up to visit me for the weekend. On and off I worked on the speech. I missed class on Friday, and apparently so did 90% of the rest of the class. So last night I worked on my outline a bit and tried adding some things to my powerpoint. I went to bed at 1:00.
I had a dream last night that I gave the presentation and it was a success. Of course, I woke up later than I had planned, but figured I still had time to make some finishing touches. So from 11:30 to 3:00 I finished the outline, but I ran out of time to make myself some notecards. Plus, I needed an excused absence for not only Wednesday, but Friday too. Because of this, I had to make moderations to my doctor slip, but then realized how fabricated it all looked, so I ended up deciding not to give the speech. I felt too unethical about playing hooky in order to get credit for a late speech... And ethics was one of the first things we talked about in IPC. I'm just a bad liar, and that's all it comes down to.
Monday:
1. Fuck.
So now I'm at the verge of giving up my grace period here at BG. I have this week and exam week to jump the hurdle. I have been praying with every ounce of faith I have in my mind, body and soul to be able to continue my education. Especially now that I know what I want to do with it.
posted by Jeremy @ 6:12 PM
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