Mondays and Wednesdays I have Communications Analysis. It's an upper level linguistics course designed to teach you how to do a grammatical analysis from a functional pragmatic approach on pretty much any language you can shake a stick at.
Last Wednesday I went to my first class, felt yucky, went home. Thursday I asked two friends what happened in class. Not much, they said, we were only there for like 20 minutes, and if you want comments on your project hand your drafts in by next Wed. Fine.
Sunday night upset tummy again. The Pepto didn't help since I still felt yucky Monday morning, so I stayed in bed. Today I'm at school run into my professor, apologized for missing class, and asked what I had missed.
“Well, you missed handing in the midterm exam, for one…” NEITHER OF THE FRIENDS I ASKED LAST THURSDAY MENTIONED THAT THEY GOT A FREAKIN' TAKE HOME EXAM. Yeah I know it's my retarded fault for not going to class and asking classmates instead of profs what happened, but… ARGH!
Anyway, it turned out fine… I picked up a copy of the exam and wrote it right then, and the prof was pretty sympathetic though she said if I'm having health problems I should have talked to her about it earlier. I didn't ask if I was working on full marks or not, but whatever, it can't be helped.
I still feel like an ass though.
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