My professor asked my class this week if we read. I had read a few (about three) pages so I honestly told her that. She was pissed. I wasn’t the only one but she was furious with our class. The class meets on Tuesday and Thursday and she told us that we better have the book finished by Thursday. I could have easily lied and pretended like I had read the book like everyone else does. Instead I stayed up into the wee hours of the night (with the help of three cups of coffee) and read the 250+ pages of the book. It was my own fault. I take responsibilities for my actions and I got it done. Usually I would have just faked it but those days are done.
This week I also had to cut loose a guy that I wasn’t interested in. We wanted very different things so I was upfront about it and I think he’s hurt. I keep reminding myself though that he would be more hurt if it kept going.
I’m so close to the finish line.
This has been another week of Me, being honest.