Forgot My Homework Again

So I'm this college kid, right? And I think I just discovered something about myself that's kind of weird. Like, seriously, how did I get here? It all started when my dad told me to write an essay on my favorite philosopher, and he meant like last week, not today after class when we're supposed to hand it in. But I was playing video games instead. Now, I'm not one for excuses or justifications, but this isn't about that. This is about how I felt afterward. Like a little kid getting yelled at by the teacher in front of everyone. It wasn't cool. And here's the kicker, I felt guilty all day long. Like, sitting there, thinking maybe I should have taken it more seriously. Maybe if I was his obedient child or something, this wouldn't happen. Silly, right? But then again, admitting to myself that I wanted him to yell at me for being a slacker wasn't part of my plan either. Here's hoping I can get back on track before he notices the pattern.