Oh, I almost forgot...

...so I don't get embarrassed very easily, but I did have quite the embarrassing moment my first week of class, and I have been meaning to blog about it. So Thursdays from 9-12 is my Foundations of Education class. Well, for the first class, I knew that I should leave in plenty of time to get there on public transportation. I took the bus everyday for nannying, and it was quite reliable. Well, I wait outside at 8:10, at least 2 buses should have gone by to get me to school in time. I wait, I wait...I debate walking to the train, which is a 10 minute walk, but then a fairly fast ride, since it doesn't go through traffic. Still waiting, my roommate comes out to catch the bus at 8:45, and she is like, "You are STILL here?" So finally the bus comes, I have no idea what the delay was, and at this point I have accepted the fact that I will be late...there is tons of traffic, so I am going to be later. I finally get to my class, it's 9:25, I am fairly calm, which is good for me, and walk in. I thought the class was going to be bigger, there are only 25 students...uh oh. But the professor isn't in there, phew, I decide maybe I can sneak in. So there is one seat left, the desks are set up in a semicircle around the room...I decide to go to this one in the back. I realize that I won't be able to squeeze through since everyone literally has their backs to the walls in their chairs, there isn't room. I debate for a total of 2 seconds, think nothing of it, take off my backpack and crawl under the table. Yes, I crawled under...looking back I realize maybe that wasn't very professional or grad student like...oh well. Did I mention the room was completely silent, so everyone was looking at me. So I was talking to the girl next to me to see what I had missed. Right then the professor walked in, and said, "Oh, you have just joined us." He needed me to leave to fill out some form in another room...so I have to get out?! My only choice...I crawl under the table to get out. Oh man. So after I have filled out the paper, I come back in, he had started a discussion, and I get to crawl back under the table. Did I mention that I was in black pants?! Yeah, I am a genius. Oh, well. The best part of this story is that I went to a grad student welcoming reception on Friday, the next day. I realize that a girl in my program was also in that class. We started talking about me being late, and crawling under tables. My advisor overheard and wanted to know what we were talking about. She found the story incredibly entertaining, and decided that only a Phys Ed/Coaching student could do that with composure...then she insists on going up to the professor, who she knows well, and she apologized to him for me and my first horrible experience with public transport...I think he forgave me, and I think I have redeemed myself with good comments in the last 2 classes...So I crawled under tables like a kid...but I am 24...oh well. It makes me laugh. I will keep you updated on other random adventures. Love to all!