if you were in my shoes for a second and you knew all of this: attendance is worth 10% of this class and youve skipped 6+ times (one of which was excused but youve lost count. maybe 8 times total? give or take) BUT at the same time your prof is so disorganized and sometimes forgets to take attendance and youve shown up for the past 2 weeks and he didnt take it and this is the last week of classes and this might in fact be your last class with him bc campus might close on thursday. and you want to make sure your grades remain above 75 for every class so you keep your conditional offer. would you go to today’s 4pm or skip. genuinely asking
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Lmfao my mom was getting on me abt not having enough to do this upcoming semester so I decided ah okay I'll add another class. And that's perfectly fine. But the one I picked results in the majority of my schedule being generally unaffected and still lax, but my Thursday being absolutely fucked.
For reference, on every other day I'd spend like less than four hours in class/commuting(anywhere from zero hours to almost four), but Thursday, its almost 9 hours combined 😭 which is like fine with me, but I think ill despise thursdays after this, AND MY BIRTHDAY IS ON A THURSDAY :(
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piggybacking off the post on wanting new holes on main i also want to try getting into self-tying and collecting weird erotica images from ebay
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I'm walking. Fast. The world is tilted. There's green peaking up from flat gray. Short, stubby moss. Like an ooze. Like the sidewalk is compressing it sideways. Persistent even in a concrete jungle. This little thing. This tiny thing. Reaching up toward the sun from under trampling feet. Toward a distant star. And I'm walking, but I'm light through a prism. Splitting seven different directions. A billion and a billion and a billion years brought this tiny crumpled organism to the crushing weight of my foot. And I want to scream and I want to run and I want to cry. Because it's beautiful and I'm worried I'm the only one who sees it. I'm worried it'll burn through me. I'm worried that when I walk this path for my hundred thousandth time, I won't see it like I did this first time. That my world will fall to ash again and I won't see the moss growing up between the seams in the sidewalk.
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