Mood

Today, I had a Michael Cera moment:



Waving at people I don't know, saying hello to others that don't even hear me.

You know, those moments.

Let's back it up:

Before class today, I was asked, repeatedly, about a recent assignment.

Usually, I'm very quiet, in a corner, smiling nicely to people to acknowledge their existence.

But, then people asked me questions.

And my brain freezes up.

I am no longer the expert that I am in my brain.

I'm a person that says "Well, I'm sure there's other ways." and stuff like that.

I really just want to be in a corner, doing my assignment, not bothering anyone.

I've become my high school self after almost 20 years of graduation.

I talk to the teacher, share geeky moments, etc.

But, as far as fellow students, I don't really care that much about their like or dislike.

I think it's because I've always looked at teachers as those that are handling my future.

They didn't have to devote their life to making sure that I did my work.

They could have been moreso concerned about their own well-being.

I think that on a mild level, I feel some disgust, even.

So, I put on a brave accepting grin, and trudge through.