Well today was the first time this semester that I caved and skipped class. It’s a two hour long class in a subject that I really have no interest in. I finished writing a blog post and commented on a blog that I follow, then I played some games on my phone. The class usually starts at 3:45 and gets out at 5:45. Well, at 4:45 I called my mom because I was wondering where she was to give me a ride. Of course she was confused because I was calling her an hour early, so I said the prof let us out (I was confused as to the time). She believed me because it legitimately has happened once or twice in past years. Still, I felt pretty bad that I skipped and lied. I hate lying because I’m not good at it and I always feel bad. I’m glad that I didn’t get caught of course, but I’m glad I made the mistake of calling an hour early, because I think there’s a lesson there. I most likely won’t skip again. It’s not worth the possibility of having to lie again and it made me feel a little guilty just by itself.
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My name is Katie Curtis. I live on the Boston North Shore, and I think too much because I'm a Catholic artist. I write, both articles and songs, and I'm an amateur visual artist. I own an adorable demon bird named Seamus who bit the priest at my church and basically hates everyone. I'm a total nerd and have watched Star Wars and Lord of the Rings far too many times. View all posts by flyinguineapig