Although I certainly missed my share of homework
assignments throughout my unspectacular journey through higher education, I
never had the nerve to use the above-mentioned as an excuse for not turning an
assignment in.
First off we never had a dog, only a small cat and the
thought of her choking down a spiral notebook could only be envisioned with the
aid of some choice pharmaceuticals.
Although admittedly after blowing off an English paper in
11th grade, I once used an old ace bandage I found in my father’s
closet, wrapped it around my writing hand rather professionally and claimed
that it was rendered useless after an unsuccessful slide into home plate.
For those keeping score at home, my teacher didn’t quite
believe me and requested a note from a certified orthopedist, which to no one’s
surprise, I failed to produce.