I had planned to be out this afternoon at a work-sponsored class on ethics and judgment. I signed up months ago and carefully set up a reminder on my calendar--previously, I'd missed a class due to a failure on my part to put it in my calendar, and I'd gotten yelled at by the class coordinator, an experience I did not want to repeat.

I showed up for the class early, and found the instructor setting up materials for a class on customer service. I'd missed my class by four hours. "Maybe you can sign up for a time management class," she suggested.

Maybe I can.

My good judgment prevented me from speaking my thought, which was that the last time I took one of her classes, I came back and wrote a long entry about how annoying she was.

I used my good judgment once again to return to the office and confess my mistake, rather than ditch and go to the beach.

Maybe I don't need that class after all.