The key to faking out the teacher is the clammy hands. It's a good non-specific symptom; I'm a big believer in it. A lot of people will tell you that a good phony fever is a dead lock, but, uh... you get a nervous school nurse, you could wind up in a doctor's office. That's worse than school. You fake a stomach cramp, and when you're bent over, moaning and wailing, you lick your palms. It's a little childish and stupid, but then, so is school.
This is my ninth sick day this semester. It's getting pretty tough coming up with new illnesses. If I go for ten, I'm probably gonna have to barf up a lung. So, I better make this one count.
I remember I had class for the first game of the Penguins playoff run a couple years back...we were playing Ottawa. I told my teacher how important this game was and as it was towards the end of the semester, she just collected our projects and told us to go watch the game. Entire class went down to the bar. I was a hero.
my teacher doesnt really care as long as i get my magazine cover done for her, i just need a feed. usually one pops up closer to game time. maybe im just overreacting.