I'm hurt man. I just got hit and knocked the fuck over by this big ol' baseball bat called Reality. Talk about too little too late. I missed lunch... missed supper... I did take a nap, but otherwise have been strenuously working on this Essay for English since about 3:30 all they way til about 37 minutes ago. I go to Blackboard to submit it and I don't see the option. I email my teacher. I check my email and find that I've been promptly informed around 4 o'clock today that he wouldn't be accepting any late work. So high fucking five for me.
And the Damndest thing... (I definitely spelled damndest how I thought it sounded)
It makes me respect my English teacher ever more. That Bastard. But, I picked the the teacher with the hardest reputation for this same exact reason.
My Dad taught me how to swim by throwing me and my cousins off the diving board into the 14 foot deep end. I was like 6. If we wanted to "survive", we had to LEARN how to swim. I feel like it's the same concept with my Teacher.
The biggest of Reality Bats.
If I want to keep afloat, I will Swim.
If I want to Pass the Class, I will do my work.on time.
If I don't feel put the effort in swimming, I will Drown.
And if I don't handle my business in a timely Manner, I Damn sure am gonna FAIL.
Lesson Learned.
I'm in awe. your Blogspot is coming along very nicely. I'm surprised. it's random and yet VERY creative and risky. which keeps it interesting. Proud of you, Morgan. Keep it up.
ReplyDeleteWell thank you very much, I guess that was my aim. I'm still adjusting. Getting a hold on things. But I appreciate the Luv.
ReplyDelete"It's never wise to assume" Not sure who said it. I'm not gonna assume it was Rev. Run.
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