I deliberately missed class this morning and this afternoon, i skipped the latter part of the discussion. Hahaha... A part of me finds relief in the fact that I would not have to endure yet another hour of boring accounting lessons and mushy mushy antics from our almost balding prof and yet the other part wants to go back to the classroom lest the prof notices my (and my seatmate's) absence and lecture about respect in front of everybody. Man, that would be awfully embarrassing. But here I am (and my seatmate) in an internet cafe near the review center, trying to pass up time so that it wouldn't be so obvious to family (and others) that I (we) skipped classes.

And whilst I'm having the time of my life laughing at my escapade, my conscience tells me that karma is true and I could only hope against all hopes that it does not strike on the day of the exam. Otherwise, I'll be damned or dead, to be more specific. :)