My last French class of the spring quarter takes place tomorrow morning at 9. There is to be a test. At the Alliance Française one needn't score well or even attend class to move on to the next level (to move on to the next level one need only write a check), but because I was raised by my parents, who maintained an insanely strict "no B" policy throughout all of our time together, I tend to take grades rather seriously. I never went through that phase in college where you go around saying grades don't matter because they're just randomly assigned letters and what's important is what you learned and besides the whole concept of grading someone's intellectual output is just so totally contrary to the whole idea of the free-flowing bazaar of ideas that an institution of learning is supposed to be and making a qualitative assessment of someone's mental labor is basically subjecting him/her to a capricious, patriarchal system designed to squelch independent thought and maintain the status quo.
I just always assumed that was an argument for people who got bad grades.
In any case, the problem is that The Great Gay-Bar Bar-Crawl kicks off tonight, and I fear that this will adversely affect my test-taking tomorrow as I won't have had time to study and will most likely have to view the test through a morning-after mist. I suppose I could skip class altogether, but I already had to skip the last class of the previous level and felt terribly guilty and, besides, I don't want my fellow classmates thinking I skipped for fear of a test, even though this would, in fact, be precisely the reason I skipped.
Oh, to which should I yield? My lifelong grade-grubbing or the inevitable Crawl-induced hangover?
This is more artificially suspenseful than an installment of One Thing after Another!
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