Miseries of the flamboyant phlegm throat.

Being sick for three days really has a way of putting things into perspective. I am a 5th year senior and as such I am going through the motions of attending classes and graduating. Having eight classes this year as every year I find that any other year, if I was sick for more than a day, I'd be panicking and sending out texts to find out what my class had done that day. This year that isn't the case. I have four art classes. If you miss an art class there is no worrying. You just come in and work a little harder on your project so you do not fall behind. I then have a Library Aide position. Missing that class has absolutely no ill effects. The only way for it to be detrimental in any way would be to miss quite a bit of that class. Say, a month. I then have an English Tutor position. Honestly missing one of these classes gives me a slight amount of grief seeing as the teacher need her aides to be doing tasks that improve his or her class session. This also might be attributed to that I believe that English is my best subject and that I frankly love it. Another of my classes is my Comp class. It actually is Composition in the Digital age but who has time to say that in full all the time so I just call it my Comp class. It may not be exactly extremely easy but it is not in fact monumentally hard either. I truly like it. Not because of the discussions we get into in the class but the fact that it is English at its finest. Freedom. We have the freedom to write whatever we want and post it for the world to see. Finally all that is left is my Anatomy class and that class seems to be a breeze. I have a wonderful teacher and the material sticks with me and... yeah. Enough of this ranting. Moral of this story: daytime television is evil.