Yesterday, I skipped class for the first time in my life. As in voluntarily. I've never done that before, not in elementary, not in high school. I only ever skipped school because I was really, really, as in really sick.
But I skipped my feature writing class yesterday for two reasons: first, I lacked sleep for almost 48 hours already and I was about to collapse on the floor at any moment. Second, I was kind of embarrassed of my interview story, which we were going to read to the class. I just couldn't take that kind of humiliation again. My human interest story was bad enough (our professor didn't consider it emotionally strong enough to be a human interest story), I most probably couldn't bare another barrage of criticisms.
I know what you're thinking (or not really), I'm a journalism student, of course people are going to criticize my articles. But the thing is, it's a feature article. There's more heart put into it than a regular news article (in my case anyway). And besides, I can accept that may news articles suck, it's expected really. It just feels different with feature stories.
Anyway, it didn't feel so wrong to play hooky. At least it wasn't my majorest major class and besides, I still passed (via a classmate) my paper and all the requirements due that day. Plus, we have six allowable absences. I've just used my first one.
Aside from that, nothing else much has been happening in my life aside from toxic midterm exams. I only have one left this Friday. My eyes are still recuperating from sleepless nights.
