Being sick sucks. I mean, really. It’s awesome when you’re a little kid and missing school doesn’t matter because the only things you ever did in class were pick your nose, eat glue, and maybe learn about numbers. Maybe.
But when you’re older, being sick is a huge hassle. It started in high school, when teachers began telling you to make up work you had missed. What? What happened to the pat on the head and “Oh, that’s all right, you don’t have to do this assignment” of elementary school? Big bummer there. College is even worse. Some professors might not even let you make up an assignment, especially if you’re sick on a test day. You have to tell them you’ll miss the test in advance. That’s right, Professor. I’m planning on being sick Thursday. I was thinking the flu, but it might be AIDS. I haven’t decided.
Why the sick rant? Well, I’ve suffered a rather nasty cold/flu thing over the past weekend, which has caused me to miss most of class Friday (including a review session which could have really helped on the test I dragged myself out of bed for today) and two days of work. I thought I was getting better, but no. Mother Nature has to make it worse. Damn you, Nature. Now I’m not sorry for that one incident in the woods. That tree deserved it. You know what I’m talking about.
Anyways, the older I get, the less I like to miss school or work. It’s probably a result of having actual penalties for missing things. Whatever the case, I don’t like being sick. I just thought I’d let everyone know.
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