So let's recap. I, David, with no smooth moves at all in my romance playbook, pull the biggest blunder of all time. I am now embarrassed, ashamed, and just down right mad. I feel sorry for myself and skip the next two weeks of classes. (Boy what a crybaby . . right?) So I come back to class and after it is over my teacher calls me up and is apparently upset. I have missed too many classes, and she is going to let me in, but if I miss one more for anything other than an emergency, I'm out. I fail. I said ok, and let it go. Brenda/Bonnie/Cassie? tries to talk to me. I play it all cool that its no big deal. Now she's telling me how her new boyfriend is an awful guy and I'm just praying for the good Lord to come take me away. For two weeks everything is cool until I find out my mom is having a procedure. I tell my teacher what's going on and I won't be there on the Monday of the procedure, she says fine, you know the rules.
Now I let that slide thinking it was a language/understanding thing. (it wasn't) Mom has the procedure and I'm back on Wednesday. As soon as the class is over I get called again to the front and the teacher asks me why am I wasting my time here. I have failed. I go off, and she goes off right back. I told her my mom was having surgery, and she said, "was it an emergency?" I said I had no idea what could happen on the table. She said if something had gone wrong you could have gone home. I snapped. I told her she was lousy and had no idea how she had been permitted to teach without knowing that 2/3 and 75% were not the same number. I stormed out.
That night at Wal-Mart guess who I ran into? That's right, whatshername. I told her what happened, and she said, "well you did miss a lot of classes." I lost my fool mind. I blamed her for many of those classes because she knew how I felt and she drug me along like some plaything to do with what she wanted. I was no one's fool. Someone stormed out crying . . I guess whatshername left eventually too. I never saw her again after that.
I blamed everyone in that situation but the right person .. me. Yeah my teacher was harsh, but how many second chances had I burned and not even been around to know it. Yeah it was bad timing on whatshername's part, but she was right, I had missed ALOT of classes. I really wish I knew how to get ahold of whatshername, I'd like to apologize. I was a jerk. I should probably apologize to my teacher as well . . .well she didn't know that 2/3 and 75% were the same thing . . .
So that's something I did learn in my 10 3/4 years as an undergrad. If you like this one let me know. I'm sure I've got tons of stories that I can tell from this time in my life. . .til next time . . whenever that is. . . .
"Chuck"
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