> Well, at the moment I'm not studying for an AP Calc BC exam. I've had an independant study all this school year, where they've sat me in the math lab for an hour every day to learn calculus. I bet you can guess what I did every day, but if you can't, lets just say that the only time I would have thought about calculus would have been when it entered one of my dreams. Which it never did. Oh well. You'd think I'd be used to self-imposed failure by now.

Maybe the rules for slackerism are different in your time zone, but here in the colonies, we stick to protocol. Slackers don't just do nothing, they do a little, but with less effort. When you are at the back of the pack you can see what everybody else is doing, but you have to pay attention. Then you can avoid doing it yourself. I used to take pride in failing a class, but talking the professor into a minimum passing grade.

When slacking, you need to give the appearance of being busy, while doing nothing. A long time ago, I worked in a factory with a master slacker.
He would put three empty boxes on a floor truck and wheel them around all over the building. It was a big building and he sometimes avoided the bosses for hours. If they asked him what he was doing he would say, "I have to move these boxes." If they asked him to do something, he would say, "Yes, Sir. Just as soon as I finish moving these boxes. I'll get right on it." Then he would move to another part of the building. He kept track of which department heads were off somewhere and he would "hide" in their department. His official job was called the "extra board" meaning that he was available to fill in for assembly line workers who had to be away for the line.
It's an art.
Howard