Class of Three

Today was the grammar test. Ten percent of the final grade. Almost laughably simple. Three out of eight students showed up (one came in late so the completion rate rose to 50% but still. . .)

I don't know how many times I had to get up last night. My one-year old must have found an old piece of cat food because his stomach was constantly erupting. I've been doing laundry all day but still have two puke-drenched loads to go. The smell won't wash clean of my hair and I showed up for class.

Guess I shouldn't complain. Doesn't take any more effort to write an "F" than it does an "A."