it's {just me} and my foot meeting my mouth...

Oh hi. It’s {just me} again. Ever had one of those “oh my gahhh” moments when you just want to reach into the air,  grab handfuls of words you just let escape from your mouth, and shove them back where they belong? When you wish you had a delete button available to meet your every need? When you want to put your foot right in your mouth {metaphorically speaking, of course}? Today I had one of those moments. Well, sort of.

Remember this post? The one about my professor? Miss Professor Narcissism? Two weeks ago she gave us a midterm. I came home to Jake on the verge of rambling tears because I was sure she created the test just to fail me. Good crap, it was hard!  “I’m doomed” I said. Over and over again. “I’m doomed, I’m doomed, I AM DOOMED!”

Today she gave us back our midterm. Good news = I wasn’t doomed. Bad news = foot, meet mouth.

Attached to my midterm was quite a significant paragraph discussing my test.

Here’s what the lovely little paragraph said. {Prepare yourselves}

Katie,

You lost a point here and there for vague, imprecise, or “note quite correct” answers, in addition to one question on psychic colonization that you didn’t answer {Can you blame me? Psychic colonization. What the?}.  However, I would like to say that, overall, I’m quite impressed with your performance on this exam. I reread your exam several times because the quality of most of your answers was very high. I want you to do better on the final, so please reflect on your answers and review the material for those questions you did not answer precisely.

{Get ready for the kicker}

It’s great having you in my class. I look forward to seeing you every week. Your contributions to the success of this course through your participation in class discussion are noted and appreciated.

Regards,

LW

She looks forward to seeing me every week??? Are. You. KIDDING. This coming from the woman I asked the blogging world {or the five of you who actually read my ramblings} for advice on how to deal with. The woman I said I could hardly stand spending 2.5 hours with. She looks forward to seeing me? Once again… apologetic foot, say hello to guilty mouth. 


Do you think she knows I have a hard time making myself go to her class every week? Do you think she knows what I secretly think about her? Do you think she reads my blog? My mom would say yes. Mother called me the day after I posted and told me I needed to delete what I said about my professor because, you know, it was not nice. 


If, in fact, she somehow magically knows I became a blogger and curiously started reading my posts, then maybe I should respond to her note. Just to ease my mother's conscious of raising a "not nice" daughter. 

LW,

Sorry I said you make me want to pull my hair out.

Apologies,

Katie

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On a completely different note, tonight I made dinner for my hubby! Yup, equipped with dessert {rolo cookies} and all! I think I am growing up. You see, I have become addicted to this little thing called Pinterest. Ever heard of it? Well I tried two recipes and I must say, we had a complete Pinterest success!

P.S Don't let the ugly she-man picture of me bother you. I just chopped onions for our Pinterest dinner which wiped my once make-up'ed face clean. And no, I did not chop all of my hair off. It is held tight in a "keep hair out of Pinterest dinner" bun. Admit it, I'm adorable {really, this is dripping with sarcasm}.

P.S.S Isn't my husband adorable? {No sarcasm intended.}

♥kate