Can it be? Only a week and a half and I have already run out of things to say. Dang, this is hard. I feel like I have to write at least 2 essays a week or I will get an "F" in my imaginary Blogging 101 class. I certainly may get an "F" anyway for my miserable writing skills, but I swear I won't let it be due to not turning in my assignments.
Speaking of not turning in an assignment, can you believe that in college I once completely blew off a paper I was supposed to write for an Art History final? Actually, I am sure you can believe that. Well, can you believe I still got a "B+" for the class? HA! I knew I would get you with that one.
Here's the deal. I was in the Graphic Design program at my university (go Dawgs!). This was my next-to-last semester and I was taking two classes in the program and one Art History class. When the end of the semester approached I had 2 major projects due as well as the final paper. I just couldn't find the time between my projects, going out dancing, working the front desk at the Ramada Inn, watching Star Trek, and going out drinking, to research and write the paper which would act as my final exam. The day the paper was due was the same day both design prjects were due, so they continued to get all my attention.
I think I was convinced that after I finished the projects I wold still have a few hours to fake out a paper and at least get a "C-" or a "D". At about 2 or 3am, when my projects were complete, I simply gave up, decided to consider the paper a lost cause, and just go home to sleep.
A few weeks later it was summer and grades were sent home. I made sure I was there visiting my father, so I could intercept the almost-certain "F". When they arrived, I was shocked to see an "I" instead of an "F". "I"? What the heck does "I" mean? Took me 10 seconds to get it. INCOMPLETE. Woohoo!!
Upon returning to school, I had to go see the professor to find out why in the world did he give me an incomplete, and what I could do to get a real grade. Well, it seems he was a little disgruntled. Thankfully, he was upset with the school and not me. I guess they weren't renewing his position or something, so he was being shown the door at the end of the summer. He had me write and turn in a new paper that was about 1/5th the size of the one I was supposed to do earlier. I threw it together in a week and turned it in. I doubt he even glanced at it before giving me a sweet grade and then turning the lights out in his basement office for the last time.
Thanks to him, I am cursed to be a slacker for the rest of my life.
G
(P.S. Actually, this was certainly not my first incident of slacking-off, it was just the one that surely clinched it.)
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