"Not the needle, nor the thread, the lost decree. Saying nothing, that's enough for me."
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Sigh. Today I decided to cut my last class. Well first of all, my professor there really bores the heck out of me. I never really learn anything form her class. She hands out reviewers and by that alone, I'm practically good to go even without having to attend her class. Second, my class prior to her class was called off early, as in solid three hours and fifteen minutes early. I was already semi-pissed (emphasis on the semi. Yes I have better temper nowadays) with my first class because our prof didn't show up but had students (younger than me! but same batch) to sub for her. I didn't like the idea but hey, sometimes a student learns better with the help of another student. But see, I was also dismissed one hour and thirty minutes early, which gives me a total of two hours and thirty minute-worth of lunch break. Good thing Lolita was starting to get interesting that I was temporarily disengaged for about an hour after finishing my meal. So I blame the plethora of hours-long breaks for making me decide to head on home. Besides I thought that my prof would only give out lecture since technically it's her last day of lecture before preliminary exams so I doubt she gave out any task awhile ago. But then I went home with the thought that I have so much things I can do since I got home early. But then I ended up doing absolutely nothing productive.
Sigh. I hate myself for always evolving into this lethargic creature at the wrong time, and I mean ALWAYS at the wrong time. One of my groupmates in the class I cut awhile ago posted an irritably disturbing question at our group page over at facebook. He said that there were only the two of them in class awhile ago and take note, we are six in the group. He asked where everyone went. My heart then literally sank. I have zero tolerance on missed class activities. I didn't bother defending myself because my argument really is unworthy of being said. Right now just thinking about it makes me fidget. I don't want to ask if they did a report because technically, the prof didn't specifically say that we would be reporting and again, we lack time but my mind keeps on adhering to the thought that the prof made the groups report. I cannot fathom thinking that they were only two out of six reporting awhile ago. And that i they did have the report, I missed a terrible lot.
If there's an institution or prison for these kind of stuff, please admit me now. I am awfully remorseful. I am pathetic and I am sorry for whatever mishap happened awhile ago.
Now this really and I mean REALLY, tragically sucks. I wish I could take back what I did.
:'(