Ok...don't you HATE it when your conscience kicks in when you reaaalllyyyy don't want it to?! It's happened to me twice this week already!
About...two days ago, I was in history class and realized that I'd forgotten to do a kinda big homework assignment. So I'm sittin there almost pissing myself because I'm worried about my teacher's reaction. Here he comes...oh boy..I readied myself aaaannnnddd...here's what he says "Ok, so I know you were out so I just want to tell you to not worry about the homework that was due today."....*facepalm*....and he proceeds to explain the homework that I WAS IN CLASS for. And there I am...screaming inside my head "SAY SOMETHING SAY SOMETHING SAY SOMETHING". I said something -__-
"Mr. Ellis...um...I was here....you mean to tell Ashley this..not me..."
Sooo..instead of having a day to do the homework...I told the truth and got a bad grade on it instead....*slams face against desk again*

THEN! Today something similar (only MUCH worse) happened. I've been tutoring this girl in geometry. I kinda like her...she's physically and emotionally and pretty much EVERYTHING gorgeous. And so we got back the quizzes that I'd helped her study for. A 100%. She was all over me, thanking me, hugging me, smiling her gorgeous smile at me....*siiiighhhh*
So like two minutes later, we all get the huge chapter test to work on. A little ways into the test, I realize to my horror that I had taught her the WRONG FORMULA. Panic City. So, I tore off a tiny piece of paper and wrote the correct formula on it. Mind you, I have NEVER EVER EVER cheated on a test and/or helped anyone cheat. I hate cheating. But I felt like a superdouche for teaching her the wrong thing.

So I waited for the right moment and threw it to her. 5 minutes laterrr....the teacher sees it and takes it from her. She's being punished. I wanted to fucking kill myself right then and there. Superdouche times the max. -__-' So my conscience kicks in again...and I stand up and tell him flat out "I gave Sherri the note, don't punish her. Punish me, it's my fault."

Sooooo....he still wants to punish her and he told me that he'll tell me "what he's going to do with me"...*gulp*.....When they take a day to think over a punishment after profuse apologies on my part....is that bad?.......

I wanted to die. Like...serious....and she wasn't like...mad...at least not on the outside. But I felt like shit all day.

Fuck you, Jiminy Crickett and your cutsie little teachings about conscience!!! I officially want to beat you to death with your little tiny cane.

*stomps off to grumble in a corner*