(2/15/24)

Skipping class is the closest thing the human mind can muster to sober ecstasy. At one moment time is padlocked. There is at least an hour and a half of time where you can do nothing but sit in a lecture hall and watch someone scribble on a whiteboard. All that comes after that is forced to wait. But then the thought occurs: “just skip!” I usually have this thought while lying in bed about ten minutes before I actually have to get up. I can feel class time looming closer. Skipping would free up so much of my day. I can grab lunch sooner, maybe do some laundry, catch up on some reading assignments. The simple ease at which may day is improved is usually what causes my brain to invent counter arguments. What if the professor takes attendance? What if he goes over new material that isn’t in the readings? What if he doesn’t like me anymore! The counter arguments usually win out and I go to class. Today however, I woke up with a fever! And no counter argument in the world could win against a fever. I emailed my professor a couple of minutes ago and no I await the day to open up to me. Having a fever does restrict things a tad. I probably shouldn’t leave the dorm to do laundry. But we’ll see!

~clancy
(addendum: I did not do laundry. I didn’t do any schoolwork either.)