The one essay I really should have done
Well, it wasn't an essay as such...it was a "home exam". God knows what that means. Anyway, it was for my least favourite part of my degree - Linguistics or how to make the English language, a thing of beauty, terminally boring.

So I didn't do it. Hadn't done it when the others had handed theirs in and got the results back.

My one friend on the course - this was only my second term into the degree - refused to let me copy hers as "the tutors would guess who you'd copied it off".

Fair enough.

Then my friend spots a student in the canteen.

"Ask her - she's in your hall".

So I did.

Ended up marrying her.

As a result of getting her pregnant.

My lovely, wonderful daughter is now nearly 21 (!).

You know how much children cost, though. And divorce isn't cheap either.

Not doing that work (which would have taken me 3 hours, when I had 5 weeks to do it in during the Easter vacation when I had nothing going on in my life) sure cost me.

But she's worth it.

My daughter I mean, not my dreadful ex.
( I_Was_Mordred, Thu 13 Nov 2008, 22:12, Reply)