I went to gym this morning because my gym teacher has ridiculous ass grading policies which make even excused absences a crime punishable by death, but I had my mom call me in and I slept blocks one and two. Then I rolled out of bed, did English homework for an hour and a half, and went to English. English is one of those classes that I really can't miss too much of, but for reasons far more legitimate than those for gym.

I would have gone home after English, but I had jazz band rehearsal, and we have a big performance on Friday which I, for one, am fairly unprepared for. So I really couldn't afford to miss that.

And then I had two coachings scheduled, and I'm performing on Saturday in an event I've never done before, so I couldn't miss those.

And then I had show choir, and we have competitions starting in a month - some of the music for which we haven't even gotten yet. So I couldn't really afford to miss that.

So I stroll into my front door at 9:30 and power up the ol' laptop to start in on my English homework, and my mom calls from her bedroom like I've been out past curfew, "Where have you been?"

She's really angry at me for skipping part of school but going to rehearsals. But I can afford to miss Spanish and Music Theory and Band. I can make those up - or, in the case of Band, I don't need to make it up. Is it so difficult to grasp that some of my classes are easier than my extra-curriculars?

In other news, I picked my poems. One is about crack babies, the other about abortion. Barrel of goddamn monkeys.

posted at 9:40 PM by Alison

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