Whiplash

No less than three times this morning was I the center of (rather sudden) unwanted attention. This story sadly has no pictures to go with it but I hope you will find it amusing nonetheless.

My day started so well. My Folklore class was interesting and I finally figured out how to give my friend the video I took of our other folklore professor speaking Irish.

I tried posting that video and some others but it won't go. *shrugs* Sorry. I will try and get that up soon.

So all is good, yes?
And then as I am making my way out the classroom/building--the fire alarm goes off!--at least I think it was the fire alarm...We are in the food sciences building so I'm guessing it'll be a common occurrence, food burns, no big deal, right? Well I happened to be walking past the fire alarm pull at that very second.
You know how on t.v. when the new kid enters the school and the whole classroom turns to stare at them all at the same time? Yeah. It was like that--not gonna lie--it was kinda creepy.

So I, all startled, (and innocent, by the way) quickly shuffle off to my next appointment--a tutorial for my Celtic Civilization class--sounds nice and easy! I assumed that the tutorial for the class would be held in the same room the class itself was held so I booked it over there.

I got to the Boole Lecture Theatre just in time--Huzzah!

a get comfy in my seat and take out my laptop and get ready to take notes and such. 

I should have realized something was wrong, it was not nearly crowded enough in that room--tutorial group or no..The lecturer makes her way to the podium, puts the power-point presentation on the screen and without taking a breath starts talking about hurricanes.

Wait. What? Hurricanes? I am not in the right class...well shit.

Here is the beautiful thing--I am sitting in the FRONT ROW of this lecture theatre being the student I am. I must now (somehow) inconspicuously pack up my stuff and make an exit.

As I grab my bag and make my way through the row to get to the back door my bag catches on the seat. I cannot move. I was trying not to draw attention to myself and  my backpack decides to keep me standing right there. I am now standing like a fool in front of the class when trying to run away! *facepalm*

"Are you okay?" the lecturer asks 

(probably concerned for my health as there is no other reason I should be leaving the room at this point unless it is an emergency)

"I am in the wrong class--sorry 'bout that!"

"in the wrong class?!" 

I should mention that we are about a quarter through classes right now--one would assume they know where there classes are at this point.

So, the whole class laughs as I quickly (or as quickly as I can) walk up the slanted pathway between the benches to the back door.

I make it to the room the tutorial actually was (huzzah!) and as I sheepishly open the door. Once again I am the focus of attention as the whole class turns to look at me. Dozens of eyes simultaneously turn to glare accusingly at me. They must have all been in marching band--they were all so choreographed. I would have thought it to be quite impressive actually if I  was not trying to disappear into the floor.

There was one empty chair left in the room and I made my way towards it. As I sat down I sighed and thought--this is not my morning.

So, long story short, I wouldn't be surprised if half of UCC had whiplash from turning to stare at me today...