The Dog Ate My Homework
Okay, I have a dilemma.
So. Basically, my dog ate my homework. Unfortunately, one my teachers never believes it when somebody swears up and down that their dog ate their homework. Sure, it's a weak argument when a person without a dog says, "My friend's dog ate my homework," but my teacher won't even accept it when people with dogs, like me, forget their homework. I mean, she won't accept it when their dogs eat their homework. But this time, I swear that my dog ate my homework. I swear. Cross my heart and hope to die. Except I don't want to die. Whatever. Let's not sweat the details.
Problem is, I've already used the excuse, "My dog ate my homework, miss," with this teacher. And let me tell you, it didn't go well. So I either have to do my homework again or find a better excuse. And neither of those options is really looking like a good one. I have a jam-packed schedule, and, unfortunately, my dog didn't eat only one of my assignments. The good thing is, the other teachers aren't as strict.
Although in hindsight, I've never seen anyone use the "My dog ate my homework,' excuse on them.
Oh God, should I be worried?
What if all my other teachers fail me?! I can't fail English, Math, Science, Spanish and History! They can't all fail me. Right?
Oh dear, this is bad, this is bad. Wasn't it nice when I was only worrying about my English teacher? Now, I'm worrying about too much, I'm not getting any work done!
So, I'm basically screwed. But at least English is last. The scariest for last.
Wait, isn't it supposed to be 'get over the scariest first?'
Oh God, now I'm going to be worrying about English all through Math, Science, Spanish and History where I'll already have my own set of problems anyway.
And Math is about to start. Oh God. Oh no, no, no.
I hate my dog. With a passion. We ought to throw it in a kennel.
Wait, what the heck am I thinking? Of course we can't get rid of our dog! He's our dog!
But at the same time, if we didn't have him, I might not have gotten in this predicament in the first place. And if we don't have him after this, this will never happen again.
So, my conclusion is that we will get rid of our dog.
One problem with that. The dog is technically my sister's, so I would have to tell her to get rid of the dog that she had spent 500 dollars of her allowance on. What are the chances of that happening?
So basically, my life will be over soon.
Or maybe all the teacher will accept that my dog ate my homework and give me extensions?
What are the chances of that happening?
Do you think I have a chance?
Because my dog did eat my homework. I swear.
And no, the balled up uneaten piece of paper in the wastebasket is not my homework. Definitely not.