Lucky eleven

I have eleven more classes left before graduation. With so few classes it should be easy for me to actually attend. See, academic consistency has never been one of my traits. Even in grade school, I would regularly take personal days. I carried these habits on to college. If I’m having a bad day, or if I need to work on an assignment, I’ll skip class. This semester has been the worse. Despite wanting to savor every last moment of college, classes included, my attendance has been horrible. I’ve missed at least one class each week since the second week of classes. I’m not proud of this fact, and I really worked to make myself go to class... but I’m a little lazy. And now, I have eleven classes to make up for the weeks worth of classes I’ve missed. I’m pretty overly unrealistic about being able to end on a high note. I guess I can focus on the fact that I’ll never have to go to another class after these two weeks. But, then again, I’ll never be able to skip another college class again.