I remember when I was in high school and the teachers would give everyone lectures about how college professors couldn't care less whether or not you came to class. I remember extremely well the time that I was caught skipping class, and they chewed me out. Mr. Riley was like, "You can't do this in college because they're not going to care!" Um, I didn't skip class because you care, Mr. Riley. Oh, but Mr. Riley, if only you knew how much they really do care. I missed a couple days of Math recently. So what? Good lord, it's algebra. I learned all that when I was in eighth grade. So, my math professor, we'll call him Mad Hatter because he reminds me of the Mad Hatter, calls my house to talk to me about it. Just my luck, he called right after my huge spat with Grendel, so I was in a really bad mood. The last thing I want to do is talk to the Mad Hatter. I had no idea who it was because Grendel wouldn't tell me. Anyway, I pick up the phone and practically growl, "Who is this?" He says, "This is the Mad Hatter." Well, not exactly, but you get it. He was a little taken aback, and I can't say I blame him. I'm not used to having my professors call my house, especially right after I go head to head with a giant ogre. He just wanted to know if I could come to class more often. Whoa, in your face, Mr. Riley. I made up a story about having car problems... although it wasn't entirely a lie. My driveway is all ice.. sometimes I can't get up the little hill. This was, in fact, the case the days I missed. So, he asked if I had a secondary phone number for emergencies. Not really.. I gave him my mom's work number, although I think I mixed up the numbers. It's -5650 and I told him -0560. I never call my mom so it's not like I did it on purpose, I hope he doesn't try to call her before Wednesday..

This is all Grendel's fault. I hate him.