Today was sort of an aggravating day. I spent a lot of time on homework this weekend, and I confidently walked into class this morning, to immediately discover that we had an assignment that I did not do. It had been assigned in class. We had been instructed to write down the assignment. I did so. But our assignments are posted on a computer site called 'Angel'. I did all the assignments on Angel, read the readings, etc. What I did not do is refer back to my scheduling book to make sure there were no additional things to be done. Didn't even enter my mind. It is all so confusing, and it was mortifying to look at my scheduler there and see it plainly written. 'Research play, handout in red note book'. To top it off, we had a quiz on the assignment that I had not done. I felt very, very stupid. Valuable life lesson learned.
Anyway, we had our class. Followed by the lab. By the end of it, I was tired, and discouraged. My normal low self esteem had me really wondering if it were possible that I would ever be organized enough for this class. I was closing my books and gathering things all together when a woman walked in the door, came directly up to me and said, "Are you Debby?" I was so astonished that I gaped for few moments before managing to say, cautiously, "Um. Depends. Is this Debby in some sort of trouble?" Turns out she's head of a department (I'm so flabberghasted that I can't remember her title exactly, although I do remember her name, because she went to highschool with Tim and graduated with him). She read my last column. It was the story of my English class, the story of the young man who wears ammo on his wrist, about listening, about finding common ground. She wants to use it in one of her classes, and asked my permission to do so.
I gaped foolishly some more. "Sure," I said. "It's public. Go ahead." And she talked to my teacher about the fact that she had a published author in her classroom. Surprisingly, my teacher knew this too.
I wonder when I'll quit feeling dumb. I wonder if I ever will.