dead granny
Crikey. Who thought this was a good idea! a week of wanking stories! ah well.

My story for today comes from way back when i was in first year of high school. Back when it all seemed very serious and dire. Before i realised high school was of little consequence in the grand scheme. I had lined up for English in fear. I hadn't completed my first ever English essay. It was my own fault. I had been too lazy, I had put it off, I'd had been too scared to ask for help. What would become of me i did not know. As the lesson progressed the ball in the pit of my stomach tightened, any moment the teacher would ask. what would i do? time drags and i couldn't concentrate through dread of having nothing to submit. But a tiny ray of hope had come across me, end of the lesson was upon us, Maybe he'd forgotten. but no, it came.... the teacher had held out to the last second. It felt as if i had been hit from behind "your essays before you go please" he called across the class. Then came the fateful words, spoken to a classmate. "accept for you Matt, I'm sorry for the death of your grandmother. you may hand yours in next week". it happened before i could think and I cringed the words as they were spoken. "my gran died too!" i chipped in. Teacher eyed me suspiciously. "when?" he asked. "yesterday" i replied. he challenged me, but could see i want lying and he faltered. I was home free! cleared! a stay of execution! The teacher appraised me for what seemed like an eternity as a deep shame began to creep over me. then he rallied well. "you've had plenty of time, robot. I'm terribly sorry for your loss, but the work should have been completed before yesterday". in truth my grandmother had passed away the night before, and in my desperation and panic I had used her death as an excuse to save me from a perceived bollocking for lack of homework. As it turned out, there was no penalty. My fear and panic was for nothing. For weeks afterward, and even to this day i feel ashamed for having used her death as a tool for such a feeble and useless escape from a predicament I had created through my own lack of effort. I'd like to say it taught me to get my work done on time, sadly not. Though it did teach me not to proffer excuses when things do go pear shaped and I'm left with the bag..
(lazy killer robot found that beer tastes better when your older, Fri 16 Nov 2007, 2:44, Reply)