In a strange attempt at humor by the U.S. News and World Report, a list of the top ten signs of too much class cutting was published today. This provoked much reminiscence. Why? I thought you’d never ask.
It was Economics 2101: Microeconomics. It took place in a huge, auditorium style classroom that left it open for the laggards in the classroom to hold regular-toned conversations in the back of the room and not interrupt the teacher. I was a laggard. If it is easy to hold outdoor-toned conversations in the back of the classroom, it is even easier to rack up some absences.
So I skipped one class. Then two. Then the days got downright sequential, to the point where I didn’t even consider it an actual class; it was more of an option. One day, while missing another day of Adam Smith’s theories, I texted a friend of mine who was in the same class. A fellow laggard.
“Wassup man, you in class today?”
“Yeah…what’s going on?”
“That’s wassup… do you know when the next test is?”
Ten minutes later…
“Taking the test now.”
Ouch. A midterm test. That was my academic rock bottom. I was cutting class so much that I disregarded a mid-term test. It was a shameful as well as seminal moment for me: that test cemented my repeat status in Economics 2101, thus instilling in me a deep and intricate understanding of the economy now.
(Raises eyebrows, cringes lips and looks off to the side).
So Clutch readers, what are some of your bizarre class-cutting stories?