i have a sleeping history with dr duncan. last semester we had a 7.40 am final that i didn’t take until ten after monson came knocking at my door wondering why i wasn’t at the exam. i got lucky.
then, a couple months ago, i did a little deja vu and slept through her class. we joked about how awful it would be if someone did that on a day of a final… she was very understanding of the matter. on tuesday, the same thing happened–missed the class entirely. i was very angry because i had done the reading and was eager to learn so i wrote the following email:
I slept through class today again, and I’m very sorry. Hopefully this will be
the last time.
I had some questions over the play, and I apologize if you already went over
them in class. [questions].
Thanks! Again, I hate it that i missed today. Arg.
today is thursday, and when i woke up, my clock read 10.22. granted, my clock is fifteen minutes fast, but dr duncan’s class is at 9.40. i shouted, “no!” i threw some clothes on and headed out the door. i walked in her class over thirty minutes late, and all dr duncan did was smile and shake her head. i think she was recalling our sleeping history.