I was determined that the second half of my day would be better. I found my next lecture location 110-C and sat outside of it, reading my notes. Class began at 1:30 PM. At 1:20 PM, I started seeing a lot of students down the hallway. I could hear them saying, “110-B–I thought the schedule said 110-C?” And in answer, “No, the schedule was wrong-we’re 110-B now.” Meanwhile, I was still alone outside the door to 110-C. 1:28 PM, and I was still by myself at 110-C, so I figured mine must be the class that had switched rooms.
I walked to where the rest of the students were headed. And before going in the doors, stopped 3 girls that were saying, “But my schedule said it was 110-C. . .” I said are you going to. . . [I couldn’t remember the exact title of my course] Speech, umm Disorders?” And they said, “What class? mhm mhm [unintelligible] Disorders?” “Yeah this is it–the schedule was wrong.”
Relieved I had avoided a blunder I squeezed behind a row of students in chairs to sit in the 2nd row middle. I wanted everyone to know that though I was new and inexperienced, I am very serious about my studies. A guy sat next to me and asked if I was new here. And I said this was exactly my second class. He said, “Oh welcome, we are all grad students.” I didn’t find it too strange, because at Mizzou I took plenty of classes with grad students–they would just have higher standards, extra projects, and more expectations.
Then, the professor came in. His power-point said Speech Disorders–was that my class? I know it was something disorders. . . The prof looked at me. I figured, like the other instructor, he saw my face as new. And he started saying if you got an e-mail don’t worry. Since I didn’t receive ANY e-mails, I didn’t know if he sent me one or not. Looking at me, he continued, “We had some confusion about who was supposed to be in the class.” I started to think maybe I was in the wrong class. I zipped my backpack in anticipation of a quick exit. Blah blah so if you don’t belong here. . . But there was not going to be an easy way out of here. I was front and center, and there were at least 2 students on either side of me. I was freaking out! As soon, as the instructor paused, I grabbed my coat, scarf, notebook, and backpack and said, “Speaking of confusion and being in the wrong place–I think I am.” While frantically scooting behind the other students. The other kids snickered and he made some sort of joke. I was mortified. I said, “I’m sorry” and tried to get to the door as fast as possible, and relishing the laughs, he said, “You’re welcome to stay!” And I muttered something I don’t remember now and fell out into the hallway, cheeks red.
Could this day get any worse???