I always skipped my upper level history classes. Well, except for first two weeks, exam days and major paper due days. So went to a total of about 40 hours of history classes over 4 years. Let's see, each class at two hours, twice a week, for four months, times four courses...oh I'd say I went to about 15% of the classes for my history requirements to graduate.
Why would I take so many history classes if I cared about it so little? Because all the interesting history classes were 200 level (ancient histories), while all the modern history (or the "kill me now, please" classes) were 300 level. I needed no 200 levels to graduate, but I think 8 300 levels, plus 400s. This was ironically the only way to get a full education in Japanese language, going roundabout under the guise of a different major, since my dipshit school did not and does not offer a Japanese language major. Otherwise, a different major would have left me no time for Japanese due to schedule conflicts.
Ironically, the one time my history prof (small school, same prof for all my histories!)did not believe I was sick, I had the flu. But I was on the way to Japanese class anyhow. I'd rather crawl on my hands and knees to a language class when it could kill me than stop watching Pinky and the Brain to go to history class. This might have had something to do with the fact that I could put an 'A' effort into a history paper and get a 'D', could put a 'C' effort into history and get a 'C', intentionally try to piss off the prof and get an 'A'! It happened, every time. Come to think of it, the more I showed up in class,the worse my grades got. The darnest thing is that my history prof actually liked me! Or was that pity? She was kind of haughty, even for a professor.
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