Wednesday, July 8, 2009

Cheater

(I'm wearing shades to hide my embarrassment for being such a bad girl)

I know. I willingly entered into this relationship with you. But I kind of assumed you knew the deal: I couldn't devote all of my time to you.

We were in agreement as to how much time I could spend with you. A couple of days a week, no more. At first you seemed to be okay with that; you didn't even ask what I was doing on the days when we weren't together. Maybe that's why I thought you were okay with it. But now, you're demanding more of my time, and baby, quite frankly I just don't have it to give. So maybe it's my fault for not being more clear.

I don't want you to misunderstand your place in my life, and I don't want to seem like a bitch. BUT.

We need to talk.

Did you forget that you are a summer school class that I take AT NIGHT? Not that you aren't important to me. You are. Without you, I can't graduate. But like Popeye, you am what you am. You are a quickie course that our Educational Systems insists that I take so that I am a "well rounded" student (whatever THAT means). I signed up to hit it and quit it pound a semesters worth of information into 6 weeks of Tuesday and Thursday NIGHTS. NIGHTS because I am somewhere else in the daytime, as are most people who take night classes are. That means *NOT* Monday or Wednesdays and DEFINITELY no "afternoon delights". I'm busy.

In fact, I have another piece on the side class on Mondays & Wednesdays. Also? I don't want to see you on Fridays or weekends. I really think that 2 days a week is plenty. And I would much rather spend my days that I'm not in school STUDYING *coughBULLSHITcough* or spending time with my family, or even sitting around with my thumb up my ass. But I would NOT like to spend that time with you.

Please baby, know your role. I participate in class, I have almost perfect attendance (I skipped ONE day to go to a Linkin Park concert, can you blame me, really?), and I've gotten A's on the test. I want you to feel important when I'm with you, but I have other classes that I have to devote my time to as well. And I can't just take time away from other classes for you. Be happy knowing that whenever we are together you have my undivided attention: I will not study for another class, or spend my time texting/twittering/looking at my facebook page, because I care about my grade your feelings.

Remember, this relationship was never exclusive, and you knew that when we got together. When you look back on our time together, I hope that you will give me an A have enjoyed our interlude and much as I did, and you remember me fondly.

Love,

Me.

5 comments:

Burgh Baby said...

You have just made a rush of memories of classes who thought they were the center of the universe come screaming back at me. They want to know why I've totally neglected them. The answer is simple . . . I never really liked them in the first place. It was all a lie.

Kori said...

I love you. You just make me laugh the fuck out loud.

Optimistic Pessimist said...

uughhh i'm taking an online summer class right now too and it is starting to become far too demanding. Maybe I'll direct it to this post!

Suburban Kamikaze said...

Ten bucks says that class has started hanging around outside your house at night and calling you at work.

Good luck.

SK

Elftea said...

you need help!! gotta love ya