I conassign my own conscience. One lie, and not even an important one, which makes it that much worse, is going to ruin my day. I could have just told my professor the truth, which would have made for a more interesting story, but seriously, what do you do when the truth is less believable than the subtle untruth? *sigh*
Kids, lying is BAD. Even if you get away with it, which I'm quite sure I will, your conscience will haunt you, if your parents did a good enough job instilling a mean and nasty one in you.
PS: I also assign my parents for molding my conscience. I blame them for this.
