PTL

so last night i (not atypically) started the weekend homework i had at 12am. it wasnt much. just a reading response and to prep for my socratic seminar (fancy word for debate).

OR SO I THOUGHT..

while perusing the handout we got that went over the requirements for the socratic, i realized two things: 1) i needed textual evidence for every point i was going to use in the debate (which was bad for two (sub)reasons a) i hadn’t read 2/3 the books b) i only owned 1/3 of the books), but more shockingly, 2) i realized my outline was ALSO due. my outline that’s supposed to be 6-12 pages. my outline that i had not started.

i panicked. and so,
i fell asleep.

i woke up this morning (late) and scurried to school with no time to even throw together a pathetic attempt and prepared for the worst. what if i failed a summer community college class? what if my teacher called me out in front of everyone??

i was confident enough in my bs-ing abilities so i didn’t worry too much about the debate aspect but i wasn’t sure if those abilities would cut it to explain why i had no outline. maybe i’d just take the onelettergrade deduction. 

the debate went smoothly, i talked a lot, either first (so i didn’t have to say too much but could still sound profound) or off of what other people said (so i could use THEIR textual evidence). i borrowed the girl next to me’s book, found some quotes that seemed relevant to the question, threw in words like “quintessential” and “disparity” to further my argument and things started to look gooood. 
but the thought of not having an outline remained gnawing at the back of my mind.

as the minutes grew closer to the end of class, my palms were getting sweaty, and i imagined a bunch of hypothetical situations in which i could get out of this doom. maybe there would be an earthquake and we’d have to relocate quickly. maybe i could tell him about a distant relative who was on his deathbed and requested to talk with me all weekend. maybe.. maybe..

10:10. the time had come. 

my teacher stopped the debate and signalled the end of class. he said,

“we’ll continue our debate tomorrow. just turn in your outlines tomorrow. if you didn’t do the assignment, God forbid, you got lucky”

i chuckled along with the rest of the class. 
God forbid.