Alrighty friends this little story is about how I can't even be invisible (despite my best efforts) in a class of 90 students. I'm an introvert so normally I like to blend in but occasionally my face prevents me from doing just that. And not in a good I-stand-out-because-I'm-pretty kind of way, more of a "Why is that girl so angry all the time?" kind of way.
Apparently when I'm not paying attention, when I'm just thinking or zoning out my face kind of takes on this scowl and I tend to look really really angry. I've been told this several times. In high school my friends would say that as I'm walking down the hall I would always look mad at the world. And it's not my fault! I'm usually in a very pleasant mood, however my dad's face does the same so I blame genetics!
Any who just a few weeks ago in class the teacher was explaining... something... I forgot, but it's not important... anyway he was just talking away and I was totally paying attention and following along and taking notes and it was all making perfect sense. But then the professor stops and say "I see a frown, is this not making sense to you?" It took me a minute to realize who he was talking to. I looked around me and then it hit me: he was talking to me! I think then I said something brilliant and clever like "...Who me?" Yeah. Original. Mr. Professor person then said "Yeah you look mad, do you not understand?"
Really?! You couldn't just leave me be?! Now the entire class is looking at me and I can't string two coherent words together. I think my response was something like "oh no it's just... that's how my face is... it makes sense... I was... I'm just thinking... go on... I'm fine... carry on." Yeah.... True story. Hard to believe I actually exist right? I'm pretty sure my face was redder than my hair and all I wanted to do was sink through the floor and never return.
So now you know, pay attention to what your face does when you're thinking or you may just get called out for it in front of 90 students!
Dearly yours,
Bindi
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