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jay. the boy behind the blog. most recent zygote of estelita and florencio. has been around the sun 26 times. likes hip hop, funk & jazz, lonely planet guidebooks, orwell novels, spike lee films, steamed jasmine rice, backpacking, mom's porkchops, peanut butter and banana sandwiches, independent film and music, sunshine and lime jello. has an affinity for jet-black haired asian girls with brown almond eyes and gleaming smiles, german dogs and old skool sneakers. rocks hard and fresh - day and night 'till kingdom come.
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Thursday, January 05, 2006

i remember back in elementary school, my friends and i had this scam where we would bring in a permission note stating that "jason has permission to go out for lunch whenever he wants to." legally, it was binding, but in practice, teachers and principals hated that. it was school policy back then that if you wanted to go home or across the street to the strip plaza for lunch, a kid would have to bring in a note to his or her teacher explaining their whereabouts at lunch. of course this was in order for teachers to keep tabs on their kids and more importantly, so they couldn't and wouldn't be sued for negligent care. eventually, we were squashed on for our permission slips (eventhough our parents truly consented to them) and i was back to my ol' spam and mayo on toast my dad would pack for me -- delicious, but embarassing.

a few years later, i would enter highschool and find out that there was an actual office dedicated solely to attendance. here, adminstration (in the form of an "attendance secretary") would deal with your every move - from going home early, to doctor appointments, to past absent days to catholic school uniform infractions. back then, just the same as in elementary school, it was way too easy to cut class. we would easily forge notes, and if you were too scared or guit-filled to do it yourself, you would get your friend to forge the note for you - with their best grade 11 english (proper) of course. we would do that on several occassions, just for kicks or just because class was too boring. i knew where to draw the line though, we all did.

today, i'm in university and we're all aware of the notion behind post secondary education - they don't care if you miss class or not; just be ready to write the final. it's your ass in charge and whether you wanna waste your tuition money is totally up to your discretion.

already the 2nd day of this year's second semester, and i'm cutting class - the first class of a course, mind you. not for kicks or because i want to go across the street to the plaza to have some dairy queen, but because i have this nasty cold im trying to shake. although i know i should stay home and recoup and not spread my loving germs to the student population, i feel guilt, even as i write this. i should go to class but i really can't. it's 9:20 as i'm concluding this post and in trying to make some kind of point, any point, i'm shifting more and more towards the decision of getting my ass on the next bus and actually making my class for 11:30. should i go? will i go?

naaah. wouldn't wanna make my peers sick now, would i?

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