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How To Get Into College - Monday - Period Three
Marshall was looking kind of awkward and uncomfortable today. It was especially noticeable when he walked around. It was like he had almost too much freedom. “Alright, um, this isn’t related to class today but if anyone sees a bunch of underwear that says ‘Mr. Lily Aldrin’ written in the band? Could you let me know?”
“...My wife thought it would be funny to write that in there. I mean, it's not that big of a deal, I'm sure I'll get used to it. It's just when I play Wii tennis I like to wear no pants and I don't think of any my friends would appreciate me being underwearless in that...situation...” Marshall said awkwardly. “Anyways...”
“Hopefully today will be a quick class since we’re going to discuss what you’re doing right now; going to class,” Marshall said with a grin. “I’ve got one thing to say about the subject: go to class. I cannot stress this enough. Most teachers take their test questions directly from lecture.”
“In college you get a freedom that most kids aren’t used to and with that freedom comes great responsibility. Huh...that’s catchy. Anyways, your first test in responsibility is making sure you drag your ass out of bed to show up to lecture. And it’s so hard to do, I know. Especially when you were drinking the night before or you’ve got a nice warm body asleep next to you or there’s a Space Battles marathon on TV. But you gotta do it. At the bare minimum, show up to class, sign your name to the attendance sheet and then fall asleep. At least you’ll get attendance points for the day.”
“Now you know as well as I that you aren’t going to go to every class you have. Things come up. A sudden road trip, your roommate has their head stuck in something, two chicks were fighting in the dorms and there were wet t-shirts involved. Stuff happens. Just make sure stuff is few and far between,” he said. “And when you do miss class get notes from the token overachiever in class. You know the one. Also? Have a excuse ready for the professor.”
Marshall sat down at the edge of his desk. “Which brings me to the activity for today. One at a time, come up here and give me your best “Why I wasn’t in class yesterday” excuse. And make ‘em good. Now when you go to college you’re not only representing yourself and your family. You’re representing Marshall Eriksen and his teaching skills. I refuse to send any bad liars off to college.”
[Wait for OCD is up!]
“...My wife thought it would be funny to write that in there. I mean, it's not that big of a deal, I'm sure I'll get used to it. It's just when I play Wii tennis I like to wear no pants and I don't think of any my friends would appreciate me being underwearless in that...situation...” Marshall said awkwardly. “Anyways...”
“Hopefully today will be a quick class since we’re going to discuss what you’re doing right now; going to class,” Marshall said with a grin. “I’ve got one thing to say about the subject: go to class. I cannot stress this enough. Most teachers take their test questions directly from lecture.”
“In college you get a freedom that most kids aren’t used to and with that freedom comes great responsibility. Huh...that’s catchy. Anyways, your first test in responsibility is making sure you drag your ass out of bed to show up to lecture. And it’s so hard to do, I know. Especially when you were drinking the night before or you’ve got a nice warm body asleep next to you or there’s a Space Battles marathon on TV. But you gotta do it. At the bare minimum, show up to class, sign your name to the attendance sheet and then fall asleep. At least you’ll get attendance points for the day.”
“Now you know as well as I that you aren’t going to go to every class you have. Things come up. A sudden road trip, your roommate has their head stuck in something, two chicks were fighting in the dorms and there were wet t-shirts involved. Stuff happens. Just make sure stuff is few and far between,” he said. “And when you do miss class get notes from the token overachiever in class. You know the one. Also? Have a excuse ready for the professor.”
Marshall sat down at the edge of his desk. “Which brings me to the activity for today. One at a time, come up here and give me your best “Why I wasn’t in class yesterday” excuse. And make ‘em good. Now when you go to college you’re not only representing yourself and your family. You’re representing Marshall Eriksen and his teaching skills. I refuse to send any bad liars off to college.”
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Re: Lie to Marshall!
"I see. What was the score before you got knocked into your coma?" Marshall asked.
Re: Lie to Marshall!
Re: Lie to Marshall!
Marshall thought he got him there with that one.
Re: Lie to Marshall!
Re: Lie to Marshall!