I woke up and put on my nice outfit so that my presentations would go splendidly and hopefully my professors would be so distracted by how nice I looked it wouldn't matter what I said anyhow and left the house early. I arrived on campus by 7:45 so that I could print out one of my papers and make copies for my class in the evening. As I hit print on the computer screen and saw the words "paper jam" I knew this day wasn't going to run as smoothly as I had hoped. Next the book I needed had been shelved wrong and then the copier was down. I finally accomplished all I had planned to, arrived to Music Appreciation late (which who really cares we talked about downbeats and head notes, that's a hard one to figure out) and thought, "it's ok I have everything I need now, these presentations are going to be a piece of cake."
I generally do presentations with such ease. I like talking and I like people looking at me so a presentation is like the perfect place for me, but as I walked out of Music and glanced at my phone to realize that my professor had let me out 11 minutes late and thus I was now late to my class in which I was supposed to do my presentation first thing I flipped! I began sprinting across campus in my 3 inch heels and pencil skirt trying to make it before it was too late, before my professor thought I was an irresponsible student who couldn't even get to class on the day she has a presentation! Finally as the straps from my heals began to cut into my
foot and it felt like blisters were forming instantly I stopped, kicked them off (far enough ahead of me that I didn't actually have to stop, but just bend over to pick them up), grabbed my shoulder bag so it wasn't swinging around and really took off. I heard comments as I ran, jokes
about just being out for a nice morning jog and other such remarks, but I wasn't about to
explain myself to anyone I had a window of maybe 3 minutes before my grade turned from the expected A+ to F- (ie 0%) and I still had 2 more buildings to run by and then had to sprint up the stairs and down the hall.
Finally, I was standing outside the classroom. I slipped my shoes back on, brushed my fingers through my hair, took a big breath and walked through the door. All I had time to do was throw my bag by the desk and walk straight to the front, but I did it. Never before in my life has my leg shook during a presentation, but hey I just got my grade and yep 98.5% (the only criticism was I should work on my punctuality, next time she'd deduct a lot more than 1.5%. Ha, if she only knew ^_^)
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