I have standards. I hate that. Life would be a lot less complicated without them.
- I wouldn't worry about dating, 'cause what would I be expecting? A good relationship? Happiness? Mutual benefits? Heck with it, anything would pass.
- I'd never do my hair. I'd have no one to impress.
- College essays would be a LOT easier to write. Who needs to write something well? Just write whatever I feel like writing, even if it's telling my professor he's a crazy $%@! and ought to... well, you get the gist.
- OR, like the impetus of this post, I would walk into a college class 15 minutes late. Who cares if the teacher's upset? Who cares if I interrupt the good doctor? I'm late for class, but I'll get in that class, darn it, no matter what anyone thinks.
But no. I have standards. I have standards that tell me it's incredibly rude to walk in late at set times after class. Five minutes late, walk in looking flustered, possibly acceptable. Ten minutes late with messed up hair, wrinkled clothes, and a very apologetic nod to the professor, and you might squeak by once, maybe twice. Fifteen minutes late, heck no. It's just plain wrong. I won't do that to Dr. Hokom. It doesn't matter that there was a wreck on the interstate, and I would've been here on time if it weren't for that. I should've left earlier. I'm late all the time for his class. I've got to leave earlier.
BUT WHO THE HECK REALLY EXPECTS ME TO BE THERE AT 8 AM EVERY TIME?!
I'm going to proof an essay for another class. It'll pass the time until I can go up and talk to Hokom after class lets out.
Sayanara, my fried and frazzled friends.
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