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I woke up just before 10:00 AM. Good, right? No. Bad. My alarm was set for 8:05, but because of some electrical oddity, which I attribute to those goddamned Van Allen Radiation Belts, there was a power outage, resetting my alarm clock, causing me to -involuntarily- sleep in well past my second hour, a class whose last three instances I was attempting to attend. Arriving with just over ten minutes left of third hour, I learned that the work I had been doing of late in my graphic arts class will prove fruitless, perhaps dropping my grade to below that with which I can bring myself to be pleased.

You:	Hey, Todd, isn't your graphic arts class an unneccessary elective?
Me:	Yes.
You:	Then why do you even care what...
Me:	Shut up.
You:	But if you're just...
Me:	I said shut up.

It's all my fault. I have 31 absences in the class (at last count). What concerns me, though, is whether or not Grinnell frowns upon this.

You:	I've never heard of a college not honoring acceptance because of a poor grade in an unneccessary elective.
Me:	So?
You:	I'm just saying, there's only slightest possibility...
Me:	Oh... God...
You:	Don't worry. You'd definitely be the first...
Me:	Oh, fuck! I'm going to be the first!

...but I've fooled my instructor into thinking that I have a sense of humor, which I believe he likes, and because I know how messed up the school is, I may just squeak by.

Actually, that wasn't as bad a day as I thought. Big deal. Except I was up until 4:00 in the morning last night. That was the capper. It kind of made everything slightly more irritating and unnaturally hard to deal with, like speaking. At one point today, someone may have overheard me saying "Sagguhmuh'earback?" only to correct myself, louder, "Would you sign my yearbook? Please?" Wow.

Peace.
-Todd