Psychology of Being Sick
I went to bed not feeling too hot this morning (5am).
Two and a half hours later, I woke up feeling even worse.
Called into work, and it took 90 seconds to explain I wasn't feeling too well and be told by my boss to have a great weekend. (I work on campus, and there's a virus "outbreak" thing going around).
I'm forcing myself to go to one of my classes, because there's a quiz today and I'm hella prep'd for the material and could use the good score. And then, since I don't have work, I have a three hour gap in my schedule before my next class. I'm slowly talking myself into an early weekend despite the fact that it is the class in which I'm doing the worst. Then again, it is sitting on your ass for three hours watching a black & white movie you'd probably turn off the tv in favor of reading a book for were it your only option.
I haven't missed either class all semester. In fact, I've not missed a single class since Spring (that's cool because I've done Summer school), and that class I missed to go to a presentation I cleared with my instructor, who agreed he'd rather be there than in class.
The last class I missed before that was early in the prior Spring (which includes another semester of Summer school). I was adjusting to my new schedule, and while at work failed to clock-watch thinking someone would replace me when it was time for me to go to class (as is the norm). And nobody showed up. My co-workers/bosses (what have you) failed to notify me because I was covering the phones while they were in a meeting.
I say I'll play it by ear, but chances are, since I'll be coming back to my apartment before the class, I will say to hell with it, and start my weekend extremely early. Although, that probably just means I'll tidy my apartment, maybe vaccuum, think about doing homework but watching tv instead, and going to bed early.
Of course my streak would end Wednesday anyway, I'm flying home early and will miss a Spanish class.
The lesson to be learned from all of this is not to stay up until 4am playing poker with your friends when the max you anybody could possibly win (if they ended up with all the money) is $15. (I think that means we're all really bad poker players, and of similarly bad skill (that we played for count 'em five and a half hours without anybody getting knocked out.)
Two and a half hours later, I woke up feeling even worse.
Called into work, and it took 90 seconds to explain I wasn't feeling too well and be told by my boss to have a great weekend. (I work on campus, and there's a virus "outbreak" thing going around).
I'm forcing myself to go to one of my classes, because there's a quiz today and I'm hella prep'd for the material and could use the good score. And then, since I don't have work, I have a three hour gap in my schedule before my next class. I'm slowly talking myself into an early weekend despite the fact that it is the class in which I'm doing the worst. Then again, it is sitting on your ass for three hours watching a black & white movie you'd probably turn off the tv in favor of reading a book for were it your only option.
I haven't missed either class all semester. In fact, I've not missed a single class since Spring (that's cool because I've done Summer school), and that class I missed to go to a presentation I cleared with my instructor, who agreed he'd rather be there than in class.
The last class I missed before that was early in the prior Spring (which includes another semester of Summer school). I was adjusting to my new schedule, and while at work failed to clock-watch thinking someone would replace me when it was time for me to go to class (as is the norm). And nobody showed up. My co-workers/bosses (what have you) failed to notify me because I was covering the phones while they were in a meeting.
I say I'll play it by ear, but chances are, since I'll be coming back to my apartment before the class, I will say to hell with it, and start my weekend extremely early. Although, that probably just means I'll tidy my apartment, maybe vaccuum, think about doing homework but watching tv instead, and going to bed early.
Of course my streak would end Wednesday anyway, I'm flying home early and will miss a Spanish class.
The lesson to be learned from all of this is not to stay up until 4am playing poker with your friends when the max you anybody could possibly win (if they ended up with all the money) is $15. (I think that means we're all really bad poker players, and of similarly bad skill (that we played for count 'em five and a half hours without anybody getting knocked out.)
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