So I was sick Thursday, and I stayed home from school. After waking up at 1, I immediately knew it was too late to call off work (2 hours notice? hmmm, I'm sure they'd love that one). So I went to work. Before you criticise, let me defend myself. Sure, I'm not barfing-my-intestines out sick, but I did have a bad headache and my throat was kiling me. Bearing that in mind, what sense does it make to go to school, take a bunch of quizzes and tests and kill my grades........for what, perfect attendance? HAH......let's see how 2nd trimester works out, attendance-wise. I didn't feel bad enough, however, to go to work. Mindless worker-bee stuff? Sure, I don't even need to think to do that, much less need to be feeling very well. And I get paid to do it.

Turns out that was a bad, bad idea. Mom called for me while I was gone. She came home and was uber-pissed. I'm pretty much not even allowed to leave the house if I'm sick. Well, fine, her house, her rules, I suppose. But I'll be 18 in college here in just 6 months, and ya know what? I'll be going to do whatever I want, whenever I want, and she can't say anything about it. 6 more months. Yup. 6 months........