I failed psychology. I didn’t show up.
I liked the teacher. I loved the subject. A hot girl sat in front of me. Hell, I even got straight A’s during the semesters. Let the record show that I got an A in physical education. But I skipped class 57 times. I’m not sure how many school days are in tenth grade, but 57 seems like a pretty high percentage, and it was high enough that they failed me. Up to that point, I didn’t care. The point is that I learned the material, right? Why make me stick around and keep a chair warm when I could read the…Read