Monday, July 27, 2009

When I grow up, I want to be a rebel

My last photography class is tonight. I really don't want to go. It's 100 degrees outside and even though I have AC in my car, the sun will still beat down on me as I drive to class. The classroom is not air-conditioned-at least it didn't seem to be last week and it was not nearly this hot out. I believe we are just going over editing software and the one we have in class is not the one I have at home. I'm tired, cranky, don't tolerate the heat well and just want to stay home and watch "Castle," which I am now hooked on thanks to my co-worker and my cousin.

This is a class I am taking for fun. It's not being graded. No one cares if I show up or not. They already got their money. For all the Evergreen School District cares, I could spend tonight selling Sno-Cones on my front porch. And yet, I feel guilty for not wanting to go just like I did when I was in high school and college. I am 35, and I still feel guilty about the thought of skipping class-how sad is that? It is because I am a good girl. Good girls don't skip class. They go and they take good notes just in case the cute boy isn't there or later needs help understanding something. (Cute boy apparently forgot to sign up for this class). Good girls do their homework and teachers love them.

Rebels don't care if they skip class. Rebels pay good girls to do their homework because they know good girls (not so) secretly have a thing for their bad boy ways but will never admit to it. (Side note: I have never done homework for a rebel or anyone else for that matter. I did have a (not so) secret thing for their bad boy ways however. That I outgrew). Rebels don't care what others think and only go to class to scope out which good girl to get to do their homework. Rebels have more fun. I want to have more fun.

I know that I am going to end up going to class. I may have to stop and get a pina colada Fruitista Freeze from Taco Bell on the way. (Rebels drink real pina coladas. Of course, they aren't allergic to alcohol). It's the last class, and good girls never skip-not even the last day.

1 comment:

Rick said...

I get that way also.

I noticed once you get there, your glad you made the trip.

I hope you had a fun evening!!