In the Classroom

I never fail to embarrass myself in class.
At least, in my favorite classes.
Being an English major, I naturally enjoy those classes more than the bland gen-eds I must take in order to graduate. This means that I try harder in these classes to rise above, and therefore, since I speak more often, I also embarrass myself more often.
Example number one presented itself last spring, in my Practicum in Literary Publishing class. This class centers around creating a successful publication, so we often study other publications to observe how they do things. I was giving a presentation about these things, and was actually on a role, despite my introverted nature, until a bit of a bump turned up in the road:

"The nonfiction section in this particular journal includes a random journalist condom."

Many members of the class looked up at me in disbelief. Did I just say condom? I did. I just said condom. 

"Um. COLUMN. A random journalist COLUMN. But I guess, if we included a condom, people might pay more attention to our own journal."

Example number two presented myself when I was emailing a professor last semester. After writing "Hi, Dr. M," I hit enter, and the email was sent, saying only those three words. I was then forced to compose another email explaining the occurrence in hopes that my professor would believe I wasn't a creep.

Example number three happened last week, in this same class, at which point I told my professor that "I wish[ed] my gravy was a genie." Just before, I had whipped open a door to a different classroom, which, unbeknown to me, was full of people, and had exclaimed that my committee could meet in there. "Nevermind!" I shouted, closing the door. Shortly after, I said the gravy comment, and my professor gave me one of those looks like the one that she gave me when I wore a flamingo suit to class, and the one that I got when I interviewed a stripper named Yummy for a story for her nonfiction class.

"She's giving you one of those looks she always gives you," my friend Angela told me after, laughing.

"I love your misfortunes," my professor said, and I laughed too, as I left the room.

I'm sure there will be further embarrassing moments, and I will include them when they arise. For now, though, listen to this song, if you don't understand the full bearing of the gravy comment, or just for fun:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zBZSEfLvmQI