Today, I have wanted nothing more than to skip all of my classes. I wanted to roll over, sleep for 300 years, wake up, pull my head through my t-shirt, and run down stairs. I wanted to see how liberating and beautiful the world is, how care-free life can be, when you have no other responsibility in life; other than to breathe deep breaths, move freely, and be grateful.
As it is, I did none of those things. Instead, I drug my heavy limbs out of my futon, and staggered down the steps to my living room. I sat on my sofa, and did so all the way up until the time when I realized that my first class had begun. [I also received a message that my second class, Spanish, had been canceled.]
Creeping down the stairs, Jordan arrived to my surprise; me having incorrectly assumed that she had gone to her first class. "So, I really don't feel like going to any of my classes," she informs me. I laugh, "If you don't go, I won't go" I tell her. "I feel like if we both stay home, it'll be power in numbers." Even though she and I have none of the same classes, I find that karma would still be in better balance by the two of us skipping classes simultaneously. It would keep the Universe on a level plane, if things were done in even pairs. And besides, socially speaking, things are never wrong if done by large numbers of people. Then it simply becomes a trend. (Some exceptions include: burning Jews, shackling blacks, underestimating women, or doing harm to any other group of people are deemed useful to the White, Male Protestant majority.)
Jordan, in the end, decides she will be going to class; which means, sadly, that I will be forced to go to my two remaining classes, as well. I am disappointed and slightly angered. I am out of excuses, out of reasons to default on my education. Fuck.
