That awkward moment when you were so enthralled in what you were reading that you didn’t hear anything your professor said… I totally zoned out and when I came to everyone was writing… On what topic? I couldn’t say. So, I just started to write this in a desperate plea to not look out of place as I sat with a motionless pen and a dumbfounded face. Now I just have to pray that I don’t get called on. Hopefully this wasn’t important because everyone is still writing… I really should do a better job of paying attention, or have raised my hand, putting aside my personal pride, and just asked “What the hell are we doing?” Maybe a different choice of words would be in order. Isn’t silly how we do things to avoid embarrassment, of course if I get called on it won’t matter much either way. Maybe I’ll luck out and in some strange twist of fate, I struck the topic by chance. I highly doubt it but you never know.
No, I didn’t luck out. In fact I was the first person called on, I laughed and panicked, asking him to call on someone else. He looked at me like the fool I am. I ended up having to explain what I wrote about and it got a few laughs. He suggested I write my first creative non-fiction essay on procrastinating. Now I’m thinking that’s not such a bad idea, let’s see where this goes, shall we?