I just sent my lit prof an email, saying that I can't come to class and take the test today. My stomach isn't any better and surely it's not acceptible for one to act like a jack-in-the-box during a test, or for any class day. I hope he gives me an incomplete.
It kinda pisses me off; I wish I'd stayed home all summer long instead of bothering.
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UPDATE: he wants me to come in on Wednesday and take the test instead of just dropping the course altogether. He's really nice. More to follow.
Monday, August 07, 2006
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About Me
- Name: Newpeep, N.D. (neurotic depressive)
- Location: United States
Whateya need to know about me? Hmmm, I'm not clever enough to summarize myself concisely. Guess I'm underdeveloped, a late bloomer. Still trying to find my way in the world. I've already found my way *into* the world, which I suppose is a step in the right direction ... isn't it?
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