Okay, I have a short little story. The day that I moved out of my dorm, yesterday, was also the day of my last Final presentation for my Indian Photography History class. For the last few months I’ve thought the final was from 4:30-6:30. SO, naturally, I planned my sign-out session for 3:40. Well, after riding down that elevator for probably the last time ever and turning in my keys, David and I went over to the art building a little early, about 4:15. We walked up to the 3rd floor where the classroom is and stood by the door, looking at the last remaining art pieces tacked to the walls when a girl from my class walks by. I ask, “is there another class in there?” She looks at me kinda funnily and says “well, our class is in there.” I, confused, said, “What!!!? It doesn’t start until 4:30!” Then she said the dreaded words, “That’s actually the time it ends.”
Well, as you can imagine, my brain was like “oh crap oh crap oh crap oh crap” (haha, k, maybe a little worse than that, but you don’t need to know that much detail). YUP, total in-the-brain-i-don’t-have freak out. I always wondered why I forget things so much. I now know the answer: I simply do not have a brain. SO all of you that wonder why I forget things so much, there you have it. I promise it’s not just your important stuff I forget.
Anyway, back to the story. We go in the classroom and take a seat. My teacher sees me walk in and smiles at me. Good sign. And then I notice that a girl is presenting her project in front of the projector at the front of the class. Normally we just talk about projects and stuff from our seats. I had another “oh crap oh crap” moment, because, as many of you know, I hate being the center of attention, especially when I have not practiced a presentation at all, meaning at all.
Well, finally it was my turn. Now, let me tell ya, my stomach had been churning all morning because I was so excited to be going home and anxious for David to get there so that I could leave. My stomach was doing somersaults by the time I was up there. So I bent over and threw up in front of Everyone! Haha, k, I’m just kidding. I was just nervous, but it went fine. Sure, I was a little flustered and stuttered and probably sounded like I was talking jibberish, but my teacher kept saying things like “hm” and “oh interesting” and smiling, so I couldn’t have done toooo desperately badly.
After class I stayed a while to talk to my teacher, her name is Gianna Carotenuto (totally legit name) and apologize for arriving so late. Pretty much all she said about me being late was “No I’m just glad you made it in the nick of time! Did your move-out go smoothly?” (I had told her a few weeks earlier that I was moving out the day of the Final). Haha, nicest lady ever. So glad she likes me and my work and recognizes that I work really hard in her class. Earlier she asked us to write a letter of support to the head haunchos of UW Art department if we were interested since part-time teachers get shunted to the side. I’m totally going to write one. Not only is she really nice, but she really was a great teacher.
If we hadn’t have happened to go to the classroom 15 minutes early, hadn’t run into the girl from my class, and hadn’t had such a nice forgiving awesome teacher, I would’ve failed the final and the class. Seriously God right there =)
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