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The School Saga Continues...

Today Robert went to a class that I needed to go to (I want to add it and drop the one I'm in since it's a much better time). I should have known better, really, but we were busy and I was nervous and he offered to sit in the back and then get the teacher to add me.

Yeah, right, like that's how it worked out. First off Robert was late to the class (his got out late) then the Professor asked him who he was and he had to explain in front of everyone that he was there for me. Which the Professor said she'd never seen before (so I'm going to be remembered).

Second, they all had to stand and tell about themselves, to which Robert was told to tell about me. UGH! It gets worse. He told them where I grew up, what my name was and that I'd written a book that wasn't published yet. Which totally piqued her interest. I can't believe he did that! I'm so shy about that I hardly mention it to people and he's always bringing it up. (I know... I just mentioned it on a blog... so not the same).

Then she gave the class an assignment and told Robert to just have me bring the add/drop slip to class with me on Friday. Now I'm going to have to walk up to this woman and say 'Hi, I'm the total idiot who had my husband come to class for me, will you sign this and allow me to come up with some huge grand excuse for why I wasn't here instead of just saying I'm a big yellow belly.'

What was I thinking guys!? It would have been much easier on me if I'd just gone for myself. But it was a class I wasn't even registered for and... no excuses, no excuses.

I haven't died yet, anyone willing to offer up their services?


Jennifer said…
I love you! It'll get better, I promise.
Polly Blevins said…
At least the teacher is going to add you. It could have been worse and she could have decided that since you didn't show up she wouldn't add you. Plus, it sounds like she is already interested in you and that can help out in the grading. Talk about making an enterance, so to speak.
Winsor said…
Wow! Robert loves you. What a great husband. I wonder if John would do that for me?

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