Donuts, Anyone?
On Monday, I had an excellent day – I slept in, I ate late, and I didn’t have to work. Tuesday was nice as well. I didn’t have work and my class wasn’t until 3:30p.m. On Wednesday, however, things changed dramatically. My first class – French with Dana Kress went smoothly. We did work, I was writing on the board. Then ten o’clock and my second class came. This week in Comm 180 we were giving speeches, and yay for me, mine was on Friday, so I had some time. (I had some time).
I walked into the frigid room, found my seat, and sat down, quite content. Dr. Glaros got up, walked to her podium, and announced that, “Michael, Courtney, JR, Jon, and Kat will be presenting today.” Whoa – hold up (I scanned the room looking for other Jon's). There were none, only me. I had a little panic attack and yelled at myself (mind you, nonverbally) for letting myself get the wrong day. When Dr. Glaros sat down in her seat, only a couple away from mine, I walked over and told her in a very unfortunate tone, “Dr. Glaros, I screwed up on the days, I don’t have anything prepared for today.” She gave her nervous laugh. Not good, not good. “Well, alright,” was something like her response. I sat back down.
After four, not five, people spoke four marvelous speeches class ended. I walked back to Dr. Glaros and asked, “Is there anyway I could go on another day? I know it’s my fault. I understand that whatever you decide is final.” She replied, “Well, if there’s enough time on the other days you can go after everyone else.” A sigh of relief swept upon me. She continued, “However, we have a very tight schedule for the next two days.” Lovely, well at least I had some hope, so I studied and studied over the next two days.
Friday rolled around and by ten o’clock my whole body was clammy from being so gosh-darn nervous. Six people spoke (the normal amount) and I was not one of them. After class I turned in my tape (so Dr. Glaros could record my speech) with a flicker of hope in my eye.
Well, now it is Sunday night and I am hoping dearly to speak on tomorrow. The chances, however, are dim because there are supposed to be eight people speaking, making it extremely tight. I hope I get in though; otherwise I’ll probably end up getting a horrible grade and bribing Dr. Glaros with donuts. She is a really good teacher.
Most truly yours,
Jon
