I’m taking a dance appreciation class this semester as a required liberal arts elective, and we have to attend three dance performances throughout the semester. Apparently, these are pretty serious because there are only three excuses for missing them, including a death in the immediate family only. So if my best friend died, I’d still have to go see some stupid dance.
Oh yeah, and just to make sure you’re not lying about your dead mother, you need to bring an obituary to prove it.
As if you’re not grieving enough! You actually need proof of the death. I’m surprised we don’t have to bring in a copy of the death certificate or pictures of us crying at the funeral.
Whatever, these dances better be fucking good. Like, really good. I’m talking nudity and violence. And lasers. Lots of lasers.
