Being Sick Just Isn't The Same

Ah, high school days.  They are beautiful gold flecks dispersed amongst the murky water that is school.  You get to stay home from school with a completely valid excuse that teachers must honor, your parents cater to you, and you get to catch up on the lives of the young and the restless and all their children.  Your friends call you on lunch asking where you are, hoping you are feeling better.  It's fantastic, minus the tissues and medicine and the coughing and phlegm, etc.

Then you get college sick days.  Not the same.  At all.  You miss your classes and all you really have to do is text a friend to relay the message to a teacher and you're good.  It's on you to get your homework done, you don't get it handed it to you in a nice pretty packet paper clipped together with a post-it attached.  Missing days isn't the same though.  All you do is miss a class or two, each only an hour or so.  It's not as if you are missing an entire, regimented day.  Your friends don't call to see how you're doing.  They stop by your dorm room, buy you food from the food court, stay with you to watch Veronica Mars in between their classes.  At first, I thought I didn't like the college sick day vs. the high school sick day.  Now, I think college sick days are massive, P.Diddy sized bling found floating (yes, they defy the basic laws of gravity) among the water.

Word to the wise.  For inflamed lymph nodes, use motrin.  For emotional betterness, watch Veronica Mars nonstop.  For true tests of friendship, get sick.