November 4th, 2002

Adrasteius: Really?  Really.

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Oh my God y'all... I didn't go to my World Drama class today because I felt so sick and sad (I just crawled back into bed), so I called a girl in the class to ask what I missed... apparently our final critique happened today, in-class. The girl said they had 45 minutes to write it and it was very bad.

I don't know if I should be horribly afraid or thinking that me deciding not to go was a fortunate twist of fate, spurred on by a guardian angel, because I would have been completely unprepared for a pop quiz of that nature. This is because I have read only half of the current play--luckily, I've read the other two that the final critique was supposed to be over, but even so.

Yet I'm still worried about what I'll be made to do. Jeez, the first class I miss and it's one where we actually do something besides listen to him ramble on about the evils of the patriarchy and bourgeoise society.
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