I did not go to school today.
Coming from someone else, that sentence may not be much of a shocker, but for me, the crazy kid that has unfailingly trekked to school no matter the weather or my health every single day for, well, years (with the exception of missing school for academic purposes i.e. Model UN and the like), it is the end of something sacred.
I did not wake up intending to break my epic (-ly lame) perfect attendance streak. In fact, I woke up extra early this morning, hell bent on getting to school by 8 AM to rehearse for a TOK presentation. I had packed everything the night before (refusing to submit to whatever Mother Nature was supposedly to throw at me according to the weather channel), and was just about to set my foot out the door when mother said she would drive me to school, given the not-so-favourable weather conditions outside.
I contemplated this for a bit. Weighed the pros of getting a ride against its non-existent cons. And accepted.
An hour later, I found myself back in bed. Efforts of getting out of our unploughed street had ended in comical failure. And despite my large amount of very desperate protests (I have a TOK presentation today! I need to get my English and Math marks back! Economics teacher is going to kill! I can't stand the thought of not having perfect attendance!), my mother vehemently refused to let me go to school (You can do it on Friday. No you don't. Stop being dramatic. Seriously? You nerd.).
For all my school-skipping guilt, I didn't even get to enjoy my day at home. I lay on my bed for six hours, unable to get a single wink of sleep due to the evil that is my drippy faucet of a nose (two boxes of tissues!) and the constant annoying clicking sounds by my bed.
Don't get me started on the homework I have to catch up on.
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