Non-malignant Slacking

You know those days when you wake up and you know it's just not going to happen? "It's" being... well... the day. You open your eyes and you know there's no way you're going to class. I started to feel that way last night. As I was going to sleep I was pretty sure that I was not going to be going to my first class, history of rhetoric (which, by the way, I had no excuse for missing and is a class I really should NOT miss). When I woke up this morning I decided I should probably go, but then I fell back asleep until it was too late anyway. Missed it. Bummer. Then, somewhere along the line I decided not to go to my second class either (Spanish phonetics--another one I should be there for...). I temporarily reformed and was getting ready, but then the reformation ended and I found myself texting a girl in my class to tell her I wouldn't be there today, but could we meet to do an assignment later?

Aside from the guilt, it's quite a nice feeling to suddenly not be going to class. It's this gift you weren't expecting and you're delighted to receive. So, I was thinking to myself as I was eating Golden Grahams in my pajamas while my fellow classmates were toiling away at fricatives and glottal stops--what is better: to know beforehand that you're going to be missing class, or to have it suddenly happen? I would have to say the suddenly happen scenario. It's so much more pleasing. You thought you were headed off to the hum-drum world schoolwork and cranky professors, then WHAMMO! You suddenly have a deliciously free hour before you. You could do anything! Now, to my credit, when all this time suddenly opened up this morning I thought of a million things I needed to do: go to the library to pick up a number of poetry collections that I should be reading, ordering a book online that would not be in the library, critiquing some poems for tomorrow's workshop, reading aloud in Spanish, researching the specific phonetics of Cuban Spanish, etc. etc. It's not like I really had free time, but at least I could redirect my time to something else that's been hanging around my neck like the proverbial millstone.

So. Today's lesson: sometimes skipping class is just nice. Not often, mind you, but a rare incident of sluffing does the soul some good. Of course now I will have the pay the consequences, but... Ah well. Such is life.