The day started out as ordinary, I woke up, ate, took a bath, went to school. We had our first major exam in Journalism today so I went to school early. Everything was fine, until our last subject came, DRAMA.
Here's our 'supposed' to-do list for the subject:
- Do artwork of our 'Dream Place'
- Street jobs (acting)
- Discussion of assignments for next year.
I''m always nervous whenever we have Drama class, cause I hate attention (note this. hahaha) So, I'm relieving my nerves through chatting with my friends. We were doing fine, I guess. We managed to finish our artwork and we're actually the first ones to pass our works. After that we changed into our costumes for our acting exercise (I had to dress up as a hobo, but unfortunately, no matter how much I rough up my hair, or put dirt on my face and clothes, I still didn't look like one. So, I had to make do. *boohoo). We were called alphabetically, lucky me :), but after 5 or 6 persons, our professor got mad and she halted our performances. She also started to lecture us for being noisy, uncooperative, and apparently we're "doing the wrong thing". We were all speechless since our professor is quite scary, but despite that, she still gave us all zero for our acting exercise T.T
We then proceeded to discuss the assignments for next year, this activity is very uneventful, save for the fact that we have a lot of shameful and humiliating (for me, at least) things to do early next year.
FAST FORWARD TO DISMISSAL
Since my friend had to change clothes, I accompanied her to the powder room, there we saw some of our classmates, so it was inevitable that we talked about what happened. Of course, we're all upset since it's the first exercise and we received a zero, because of that we said some not-so-very-nice-things about our professor. Me, being the paranoid one, told them (jokingly) that it's probably our professor using the cubicle in front of us. Did they believe me? No. They just laughed and continued talking about our previous class. Finally the doors of the cubicle started to open, so we stopped talking for a bit, and what do we know! It really is our professor inside the cubicle! UGH! The HORROR!
We didn't know what to do, since we're all shocked and nervous, but after a while we just laughed it off.
I still feel nervous, because, what if she recognized us and gave us a failing grade? But most of all, I feel guilty and I don't know why. I hate justifying myself, especially when I know I'm wrong, but I'm now telling myself to stop feeling guilty because I just feel really upset that she didn't give us a second chance to prove that we can perform correctly.
Well, I'm now hoping that she did not recognize us from her class, or if not, she'll not remember the very unfaithful event when we go and see each other next year. Hahahaha
hugsandkisses xxx
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