My senior year of high school, I remember feeling so boxed in. I hated that I went to school for one chunk of time, and it totally cut in to my most productive hours. When i was at school I would just sit there. By the last semester, all of my teachers would be done with the lesson withing fifteen minutes of the beginning of class. I think they wanted us to leave just as much as we did.
Anyway it really bothered me that I would waste all that time, when I had things I needed to do. I spent most of my time in the library, and my flash drive became my best friend. Don't get me started of the time I thought I had lost it.
College is different. I scheduled my classes so when I generally feel like working, I don't have class. And when a professor is done with his lesson, we can go. Once my science teacher, Brother Ben, gave us a shot lecture, and then we were out of class within 20 minutes. It was awesome.
On the other hand I did love not going to school. If I was a little sick I had no qualms about not going to school. I would usually go to seminary, but school was expendable. It's not the same here.
In all of my classes I'm graded on attendance. I have to go to classes, or else my grade suffers. Maybe its just because I'm new, or I'm my fathers child, and I have "Go for Every Point," running through my head. I don't know, but I can't seem to skip a class.
Last Thursday I found myself so sick I wanted to die. There was nothing I wanted more than to curl up in my bed as I alternated between burning up and freezing cold.
It was the weirdest thing, I found myself putting on my shoes and coat and going to class. I don't know what came over me. I do love my English class, and my professor (which is a good thing because I sit right under his nose, and he calls on me everyday).
That day he had me read two essays aloud to the class, which turned out to be a good thing because it distracted me from me wanting to die. Unfortunately we went on to watch a movie about sentence structure, and I was back to dieing.
I made it through however, and my beautiful sister brought me more medicine then I could ever need, which got me through the week, and on to Saturday. I didn't miss any class.
I still wonder why? I really felt crummy, and I stayed home from high school for much less. I do have, "Go for every point," running through my head. Maybe its the fact that I'm actually paying for these classes. I don't want to waste that money. I'm going to soak up as much knowledge as i can for my dollar.
Hmmm. I don't know if this deal is really fair. Oh well.
See you at class.
