Oh goodness.
Today has been miserable and it is only 3:30. This morning, for some peculiar reason, I decided to wear heels to class. I left a few minutes late, but still got there on time. As I am opening the door I realize that I forgot my paper at home, but if I am late to class I don't get credit for it. That pretty much left me with one option...run. So I ran...as fast as I could in those stupid shoes, grabbed my paper, and ran back. Thankfully, I got there just in time, and everything momentarily seemed to be okay.
The day goes on...I am walking to class and I see Yvette. I begin to loudly and dramtically vent to her about my Contemporary Theory class and how I think it is so hard and I say some stuff about Dr. New-Freeland and all of that...only to find out that she is standing behind me. She keeps walking and then turns around and smiles at me. I don't smile back...I basically just freak out and look away. The best part is that I have to go to her house for dinner tonight at 5:30. I so hope she doesn't say anything to me about it. I think I would die.
The day goes on...I am walking to class and I see Yvette. I begin to loudly and dramtically vent to her about my Contemporary Theory class and how I think it is so hard and I say some stuff about Dr. New-Freeland and all of that...only to find out that she is standing behind me. She keeps walking and then turns around and smiles at me. I don't smile back...I basically just freak out and look away. The best part is that I have to go to her house for dinner tonight at 5:30. I so hope she doesn't say anything to me about it. I think I would die.