I am in the midst of Week 5 of my six-week summer session of Grad classes (two of them, no less!) And what should arrive in the mail? Take a guess. Or click the link.
So NOT fair.
I have homework. Heaping piles of homework. And I want to abandon it all in favor of Nonny….
Last Thursday, I so did not want to go to class. We were going camping on Friday and I wanted to go early. I mentioned the possibility of skipping. Steve said absolutely not. I was stuck on the phrase in one of the syllabuses that said I had one freebie absence. I so wanted a freebie.
That night, at home, the kids were all for me skipping. That’s when I listened to my husband explain to my children why skipping was a bad thing and something that should not be done. Oh yeah, right. I have kids. I forgot about being a good example and all. So there was no way I could possibly skip. I was convinced. As nice as it would be, I can’t skip for the kids’ sake. After all, I have to teach them something.
Then Thursday morning came, and hubby said, "You’re skipping, right?" Um. No. But the guy doesn’t make it easy on a girl to do the right thing.
Then I went to my classes. In the first one, there was some great discussion that I’m so glad I didn’t miss. And in the second one, again good stuff, but even more — a huge pile of homework to be done by Tuesday. A fellow classmate did skip, and she e-mailed me. I faxed her everything we were supposed to do (except I forgot the reading handouts). I faxed her 19 pages. NINETEEN PAGES! And remember, I failed to fax the reading. Plus in the other class, I had to read an entire book and write a two-page reader response. All between Thursday and Tuesday, and remember I went camping! Yes, once again, I did homework by a campfire. And my in-laws all think I’m nuts because everytime they ask if I finished my homework, I said no, not yet. Then I’d get "what have you been doing?" Let me just reiterate — NINETEEN PAGES and a BOOK and HANDOUTS.
I am so glad I’m not the skipping kind of person. But I do wish I could find a hole in the fabric of time once in a while so I can do a bunch of my homework AND still manage to read Between, Georgia. Maybe today’s the day to skip.
One more week.
Thanks for Playing.
