Oct 14, 2005 19:27
This week definitely fits under the category of "Three Ring Circus, Fire-Juggling Involved."
When I was walking to school on Thursday a middle-aged gentleman asked me for directions to my counselor's office. I showed him, as I had to turn something into her as well.
I also had to do ridiculous amounts of work. I thought I was going to go crazy, and that was before the Canterbury Tales I had in one hand mysteriously disappeared. (Meaning that I left it in the car on accident.)
I thought that this guy was a parent. No.
Wesleyan College Representative.
...And he invited me to stay for a bit of the talk, and in a moment of weakness (because I had considered Wesleyan and it's REALLY AWKWARD to say no to something like that) I told him that I'd love to hear about it, but might have to leave a few minutes into the talk so that I could get my extra work done...
Nobody else showed up. (End of quarter crunch.)
(With the exception of Carolyn, who was looking for me.)
Keep in mind that I had been up until insane hours of the morning finishing the GB Chaucer reading, and my negligible ability to express myself articulately not make a fool of myself was shot to hell.
Erm... I seemed like the biggest flaming idiot. (I would realize that I'd said something stupid in response to a question he asked and would revert to panic-babbling.)
Oh dear.
It's sort of funny already, but should be quite a bit more amusing when I'm forty and....not a Wesleyan graduate.