Is a 30something mile bike ride on a clear skyed Tuesday afternoon, a nap in the grass, kareoke on Eagle Bluffs where no one was within a 5 mile radius, the resulting sports bra sunburn and most importantly

peace of mind

worth failing my intro to Journalism class

A mere two hours after interviewing the professor on the phone about a free speech case?

...

You know.

Those hours in the sun were worthwhile. And, I'm fairly certain I'd do it again.

Something is rotten in the state of Missouri if I needed it that badly.

I need religion, baby. I need salvation and peace of mind and sunshine.

A, A, A, A, A, A, A, A, A, A, F.

"I've never gotten bad grades. And I guess I'll get an E or an F or whatever in this class."

Roomate: "Did you seriously say that? You can't get an E in a class. It goes A, B, C, D, F. No E."

"In my defense, I've had like zero sleep. (This is true. I had a much needed night out on with knees that didn't work, and had an honest to god pillow fight - another stress reliever). Oh God."

Yeah, but I didn't know. I never knew. So, apparently, no E.

...

F.

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Do note, I haven't spoken with my professor or my adviser. Things may change.

And is it awful that I've been thinking that... hey, if I fail, I'll have prime time for biking the next five weeks?

The parentals know. And, think everything's fine and koochy.