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So I thought it would be fine to miss my Thursday classes last week in the name of golf balls, which is no biggie. But then this Tuesday, which is the day for the same classes, I made it to the first class and then got called in and missed my Mexican American history class again... which is my favorite class, but still no big deal it's two days and I'm a good student. So I get to that class today, and I'm not too too worried... until he hands us a test. Awesome. Still though, I know the material and I'm good at tests. Here's the part that got me: I've been excited for the ENTIRE semester to get to talk about the pachucos and the zoot suit riots... and I missed it.

ah well it happens.

Otherwise I'm actually very happy :]
it's good.