There I was, having a "good hair day" with the pony-tail, braided hair piece over my wimpy, flat hair. Dang, I looked good. So, I'm up at the board, in front of my Italian class last night, when I hear some giggling from the back. I turn around and there it is... my hairpiece lying on the floor. I froze for two seconds. I couldn't believe this had actually happened... and to me. It was like I was having an out of body experience - looking at myself and this nightmare - the professoressa who wears a hairpiece!? It gets worse. I tried to laugh it off, then I put it back on, only to have it promptly fall off again two minutes later. The humiliation was complete. I threw it on the table and moved on. An hour of night class to go... Gulp. Somehow, I got through it. After class, I got therapy from a few of my friendly female students who could relate. We all had a good laugh. But it is still soooo embarrassing! Of course, if I were them, I would be chortling up a storm and telling everybody, but alas, I was the clown for the evening.
7 comments:
Oh Allison! That is hilarious!
you should make them all talk about it in Italian...
Allison-
That is a good one. I am glad you can write about it, and best of all, laugh about it.
I'm so sorry that happened! I wonder that that must have been awkward to watch... but that is irrelevant as we are talking about your feelings here. :)
Oh my goodness, Al, that is freakin' hilarious!!
Hey, I sent you an invite to my blog, check it out sometime!
Hey Al, to answer your question you put on my blog...yes, you sent me an invite a few months ago and I am so lame about getting around to finally getting my blog set up to network! Anyway, good to hear from you!
I just wet my pants.
That might top the time you left your bra on over your swimsuit and took off your shirt much to your dismay and then promptly jumped into the pool. I'm not gonna lie... I still share that story to this day. Love ya. :)
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