I am writing this letter to apologize for my tardiness/absences. Though you may not believe these reasons to valid or reasonable, this is the actual truth of the events leading up to this point in time.
While I do spend most of my days on my strenuous and time consuming schoolwork, yesterday was a little bit different. I got my money's worth out of my tuition and went to the gym. After running for at least a solid eight minutes, I decided that a well deserved hot shower and a two-hour nap was great reward for my hard work. After waking up from my nap, I had 17 text messages and five missed calls saying to come get dinner, and only had like three minutes to get dressed and run half way across campus, even though I had already run that day, yet I pushed my body to the next level and did so. Once at the cafeteria, I had to hear 20 minutes of a soap opera about how Josh didn't respond to Brittany's Snapchat last night and now they are "totally over" (but it will really only last for the next 12 hours until they get back together again tomorrow) and after listening to that, I had to sit through Ashley talking about how her biology class is ruining her 4.0 GPA -- cry me a river. After all is said and done, it's at least 9:30 and I realized I still have two online quizzes and a five-page essay due at midnight, so I rushed back to the room to only find that I left the charging cord to my computer at the library. By the time I get to the library and back it was already 10! I rush to get everything done and I turn it in with minutes to spare. Feeling very accomplished, I reward myself by going on Netflix and watching a couple of episodes of "The Office," but as we all know, two episodes turns into four and by the time I look at the clock it's nearly 2:30 in the morning. I shut my computer down and get ready to go to bed by watching cat videos, how-to nail tutorials and food videos that I say I will make, but never end up doing on Facebook, and eventually fall asleep with my phone in my hands, without setting my alarm. I peacefully dream as I know that I will wake up with plenty of time to get ready and go to class -- maybe even eat breakfast in the cafeteria -- and know that I will be fine. I wake up and look at my phone to see to my surprise that class started 45 minutes ago, even though I knew that three hours of sleep would be more than enough for me to have a great day.
I woke up sick today, sorry I didn't make it to class.