By Naomi Yee
Graduation is less than a month away, so the absolute last thing I want to do is go to class. If I could sleep from now until graduation, I would.
This statement may seem absurd seeing as this is college and going to class is what we all do. We go to class, do homework, hopefully learn 
something, and are eventually rewarded with a piece of paper that declares we know things.
At the start of my college career in 2009, I was so excited about class that I never skipped. I was excited about work; I took all the hours I could get. I would wake up early so that I would look “cute” for my classes.
Now, I am a third semester senior. It’s a good day if my hair is dry when I leave the house. Everything has become so mundane. All motivation has left me.
I have taken and am taking several classes that I absolutely love and look forward to rather than dread.
However, there are those classes—the pointless ones—that I could learn just as much if not more from my house, on my own. Of course, there is an attendance policy in the syllabus—three absences and your overall grade will drop an entire letter grade, and then continue dropping with each subsequent absence.
What is this all about? Why are we forced to go to class? We are all adults, and we should be able to decide if we want to go or not. We are paying for this education. If we fail, that is completely on us.
I do understand that teachers want to see students succeed. After all, student success is what it’s all about (or so the motto goes), but forcing students to attend class will not make us learn if we don’t want to.
Taking out the mandatory attendance policy is a great way to weed out those who really care about an education from those who don’t. Take out the attendance clause in the syllabus, and I guarantee that teachers will know which students are dedicated.
I wouldn’t skip class all the time if there weren’t an attendance policy because I am paying for my education. I do care about my education, and I’m so excited to receive my diploma and begin life in the “real world.”
Sometimes, though, all I really want is to stay in my pajamas all day, drink coffee, and watch countless hours of Grey’s Anatomy. Is that too much to ask for?