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I'm Not Very Good At This Life Thing
Oct. 6th, 2009 05:46 pmAAAAH TODAY HAS BEEN THE DAY OF UNENDING AWKWARDNESS.
I got out the door and halfway to the front parking lot this morning before I noticed that I was, um, jiggling more than is typical and realized I had left for class without putting a bra on. BECAUSE I AM AN IDIOT. So I had to run back to my room and do that - while on the phone with my mom, who is totally flat-chested and thus laughing her ass off with absolutely no sympathy.
I kept getting called on in Fiction to comment on our reading when I was spacing out and had nothing of any intellectual value to contribute to the conversation at all, which is always so much fun. Plus both the responses I wrote for the writing exercises were terrible, although by luck and lack of class time I didn't have to actually read them out loud.
Walking home from class I ran into the professor I had last year for that poetry class I failed so epically. AND SHE REMEMBERED WHO I WAS OH GOD. Having to talk to a professor whose class I did badly in is one of my worst fears ever, for serious. But actually that wasn't so bad - we talked for a few minutes about why I had a hard time in the class and I what I can do to make it up and get the incomplete off my record (I have to get a pass in this class since it's required for my major, lucky me), and she wants me to come by her office some time to talk more about it. So that was sort of okay. But still SO AWKWARD.
On the bright side, I got a letter from my mom today. Well, not so much a letter as an envelope with some string in it. But whatever.
I got out the door and halfway to the front parking lot this morning before I noticed that I was, um, jiggling more than is typical and realized I had left for class without putting a bra on. BECAUSE I AM AN IDIOT. So I had to run back to my room and do that - while on the phone with my mom, who is totally flat-chested and thus laughing her ass off with absolutely no sympathy.
I kept getting called on in Fiction to comment on our reading when I was spacing out and had nothing of any intellectual value to contribute to the conversation at all, which is always so much fun. Plus both the responses I wrote for the writing exercises were terrible, although by luck and lack of class time I didn't have to actually read them out loud.
Walking home from class I ran into the professor I had last year for that poetry class I failed so epically. AND SHE REMEMBERED WHO I WAS OH GOD. Having to talk to a professor whose class I did badly in is one of my worst fears ever, for serious. But actually that wasn't so bad - we talked for a few minutes about why I had a hard time in the class and I what I can do to make it up and get the incomplete off my record (I have to get a pass in this class since it's required for my major, lucky me), and she wants me to come by her office some time to talk more about it. So that was sort of okay. But still SO AWKWARD.
On the bright side, I got a letter from my mom today. Well, not so much a letter as an envelope with some string in it. But whatever.