Well That Was Fun:
But not really. My sick self had to go do the 'coffee house' style reading for my English class. Now, normally I do not mind this at all. I have no problems with reading out loud, or with sharing my work.
But, you know, every time I walk into a class room my nose decides it's the perfect time to go on the fritz.
I made it through the reading ok. Probably sounded a little nasal, but that's to be expected. It was after the reading when I fell to shit. My nose turned into a runny mess that refused to cooperate for the next 2.5 hours. Gotta love night classes.
I was a slowly expanding pile of pocket tissues with a loud cough and obvious sinus issues. Theme of the night: maintain pressure on sinus'. ...and there goes the nose, grab a new tissue. Yuck, that was kinda gross. I hope no one saw tha.... oh wait. Thirteen people in this class. Right. Everyone saw that. Well then. Back to the tissues. Cough cough hack lung. Who needs those anywa....sneeze. Damnit.
Lauren, what do you think about The Mist.
The what now... shit we had reading.
Again, this happened for approximately two hours and forty-five minutes . Off and on. On and off. Up and down. Sideways. Through a short movie. Through coffee shop. Through discussion. Through free writing. I was a snotty mess.
Finally, relief is in sight. Class is ending. Wanna know who got a shout out as class ended? This guy. It went a little something like this:
Barb: Lauren you're not feeling very well are you?
Me: -nods- haha, not really.
Barb: Well good job on making it through class. Go home.
Me: On it.
That was legitimately the way she ended class. With a shout out to my crap-tastic nose.
I am simultaneously honored and appalled. But I made it through class. That's got to be worth something, right?
Quote of the Day:
"I am not young enough to know everything."
-Oscar Wilde
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