Today, I miss the days when you could be sick and miss school. And work. And everything would still be okay.
Now my life demands money, and my future journalism program demands good grades. So, missing school and work is not an option anymore. Even when I wake up for 8 o'clock class and feel like a semi truck ran over my face and like I'd rather die than get out of bed. Now, a throbbing headache, a stuffed nose, and a dry-as-a-desert throat aren't a good enough excuse to miss out on anything.
And then again, these are the days when I remember that things could be a lot worse, and so I suck it up and get on with my college life.
