My first day of the semester from HELL and I may end up out of the closet thanks to Twitarded!

[Note: This post has been sitting, incomplete, for almost two weeks! I mean, school started the 25^th of January! But, I do have resolution!]

So, I had my first day of class last night. Reader's Theatre! I am very apprehensive, but excited about this class. As I emailed to GEM last night, this class may…

...be the death of me. Or it may be the best class EVER!!!! I will let you know in a few weeks or after my first presentation, which won't be until the middle of March (at least the "official" presentations won't be until March...I had to get up in front of class today.)

Good things -

1. I won't be up there alone. This could be a bad thing since folks will be relying on me almost as much as I will be relying on them.
2. I really, REALLY wanted to be a drama dork, and this comes sort of close!
3. I get to go on a field trip...and I want to know if you would like to go with me! More details on that later, but it will be in May, on a weekend, and just to LA.
   

Bad things -

1. I will have to get up in front of the class and...SPEAK, and it will need to be coherent! And without stuttering, and other people are going to be graded on my speaking as well (see my first point above!)
2. Everyone in my class, with the exception of one lady...who happens to be the only one older than me - I know this doesn't mean anything; it is just a "thing" with me!...anyways, everyone in the class is a speech or drama dork. And they are comfortable doing it. And there are two folks that went to fucking LONDON, on *lrb's community college*'s dime, to compete inter-FUCKING-nationally and one of them placed fifth IN THE WORLD at this competition! Fuck, I am WAAAAAYYYYY out of my league here!!
3. The teacher is the fucking Dean of Forensics! And I now know what that means! I guess this isn't really a bad thing but now my list is even!
   
   

Overall, I am super excited about the class. It is drama-y enough to not be a straight speech class. It is speech-y enough to get me a damn COMM class credit. It is social enough that I might make some friends to help me through the damn class. And everyone seems super nice.

But, again, ask me in March how I feel about the class!

Overall, a great first day of class. I got up in front of people I do not know and did a lame skit with 3 other classmates on our "agreed-upon" 5 best and worst TV shows. I didn't pass out while I was up there, nor did I stutter. But really, all I had to do was read a TV show title or two, so…

Here is our list:

Best:

• House
• Jeopardy (or game shows - good games shows - in general)
• Entourage (Don't know this one, but I caved to peer pressure! It WAS a group list!)
• Mythbuster's
• Bones
  
  

Worst:

• Soap Opera's (We cheated again with a genre, but, really…Days of Our Lives is so old!)
• Sports Center
• UFC (I had to give them this one…mainly because I am non-confrontational and a wimp)
• Housewives of ANY County!
• Launch my Line (another I haven't seen, other than commercials, but I am sure I would agree)
  

And what does this have to do with maybe being outed from the Twi-closet? Well. I was brave enough to take my Twitarded travel mug to Mr. P's class last semester and last night I figured; what the hell! It was cold…I wanted hot tea…I brought the mug. [I do keep the lovely vampy JJ and STY facing me the entire time that I drink and I make sure that the cute little vamps don't scare anyone with their awesome-ness! Okay, maybe I am still hiding! But it is a start, and down-right nerve-wracking, to have them with me in public! Baby steps, right!] Anyways, I left my damn mug in class last night!

THIS MUG!

I emailed my teacher this morning and I have a nasty feeling she is going to ask me about the cute stick-figure vampire chicks on my mug when I go pick it up! She is the fucking Dean of Forensics, for fuck's sake. Of course, now that I know Forensics doesn't exactly equal Gil "the Great" Grissom, I might be over-reacting, but who wouldn't want to know who the stick vamps are? Fuck…I am going to have to tell my classically trained (at least her voice and posture hints that she was classically trained), wants-to-make-me-talk-cuz-it's-her-job, scary (not in looks, just profession) RT teacher that I lurk on a Twilight-themed blog! Would it be bad to immediately defend the blog with, "But, they make fun of it, too!" Is that too transparent? Defensive? Am I over-reacting? We shall see. First I have to get my damn mug back, because THAT really is the important thing here.

Off to British Literature I AND II, and French! I may have to kill myself this semester! GEM, you ARE going to help me, right!

lrb

So, the addendum to this story is as follows.

After MANY emails back and forth with my teacher and through the course of a week, I thought I was screwed. I was going to have to fork over another 25 fricking dollars, because I LOVE that mug…even though it doesn't keep shit as hot as I would like it. My teacher thought she remembered seeing it, but didn't pick it up, I was an "ultra-maroon" and didn't even go to the class to look myself, and by the weekend, I was positive I would have to get a new mug. Along comes Monday and my Reader's Theatre class. I am hoping the teacher has found it but won't show it off in class. I am hoping she doesn't ask me about it. (Because really! Emailing your teacher after the very first class to ask her about a stupid mug, no matter HOW COOL the mug is, how pathetic is that!?) What do I want? Will someone know? Am I waaayyyy toooo obsessive about staying in my precious closet? Don't answer that last question! I walk into class and I don't even look around. I make a bee-line to my seat, carrying a large iced tea and a frosty! Someone leaving class said, "Now THAT girl knows how to come to class!" The teacher calls role and barely looks at me when I say, "Here." Okay, I am at least out of one potential outage scenario. But I still don't have my mug.

Class goes on and at the break, I go to the bathroom. And on re-entering the room, as if the moon was shining down and the planets had just all aligned in perfect fucking harmony, there sitting on a table at the back of the room (we enter from the back)…is my mug! Yes! My mug is back…the teacher did or didn't notice (she probably forgot because, really, it was not on her list of crimes to solve!) so she didn't out me in front of the class. I didn't even tell her I found it, because, really, did she even care? (Or because I am a chicken shit and was afraid she would ask about it?) I didn't have to explain my obsession with a poorly written, young adult novel series and admit my love admiration for a beautiful, British boy. Because once you break the seal, watch fucking out!!!

My only complaint, and it is a very small one, is that mug stunk! A week's worth of the dregs from a cup of luke-warm tea with some milk in it and, damn! BUT I GOT THE MUG BACK and I am still, even more firmly, IN THE TWI-CLOSET!!!