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Embarrassed

I am so embarrassed right now, I am dreading going to my classes. Oh goodness. . .

So, in my fiction class we were having a contest. We all had to write a story about a 'boring topic' from a list. We had to listen to a podcast that showed how it was done. The podcast was an hour long. I listened to the first ten minutes of it, supposing I had the gist of the assignment. The story that I heard on the podcast was about a woman's period experience and it was disgusting, but I felt so bad for her! So, I understood the assignment as to write a disgusting story in detail, yet make someone feel sorry for you. I remembered reading something on the assignment page about disgusting details, so I felt golden. I put my all into this story, and it was pretty gross but I felt like I had toned it down quite a bit from the original. So, I went to class hoping to win the contest!

We threw all our stories in a bag and our teacher read them one by one and we were to vote. As I listened, my stomach sank and I couldn't breathe. Everyone's story was not disgusting in anyway, yet was still interesting. I pulled up the assignment descriptions on my phone. It said in clear words to NOT write a disgusting story or put much detail into the story because she hated reading those out loud and had had particularly mean students do that to her in the past. I wanted to cry. I secretly hoped we'd run out of time and she wouldn't read it.

But, she did. Her face turned red and she looked quite upset. She only read a few sentences and was shaking her head back and forth. I wanted to disappear right then. Even though my name wasn't on it, I'm sure she knew it was me. At the end, people could say which story they wrote if they wanted to and with each confession she'd nod and say, Yeah I thought that one was yours.

I'm so embarrassed and don't want to see her face today. I really respect this teacher and she's really helped me out this year. I know I should explain to her that I misread the assignment but I'm so embarrassed and don't want her to hate me so I don't even want to cough up to that.

 I'm so nervous I keep bursting out into song randomly. Sammy pointed out to me that when I'm nervous I sing the same line of a song over and over again. Today it's Friends for Dinner! from the Land Before Time. Wish me luck!

Comments

  1. AmberlyApril 24, 2014 at 1:06 PM

    I bet if you wrote her an e-mail or went in and talked to her, she'd completely understand!!!

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  2. JeanetteApril 24, 2014 at 4:30 PM

    So.... what happened?? Follow up?

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  3. AnonymousApril 26, 2014 at 6:54 PM

    I read this post on my phone at work (shh!) and I screamed OMG out loud

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