Comm 103

In Communications yesterday, the class was asked to each individually get up and give a two minute speech about someone who has made him or her “look at [themselves] differently” or whatever.  While my class furiously scrawled their ideas onto paper in preparation, I propped my feet up on the desk in front of me and waited, confident that I wouldn’t have to volunteer.  The class, after all, was quite large for a “small section”.

3 minutes before class ended, my TA announced that we “have time for one more!”  And who does she volunteer?  “Jamie, let’s hear from you.”

I muttered, “Shit,” loudly and dragged my feet to the front of the room.  I stumbled through some bullshit about my overconfidence and laziness, until one day my Dad stopped me and said, “Yeah… you’re not as tight as you think you are,” which eventually evoked some type of work ethic in me.  I delivered that line hoping that humor would be my life-vest for it was clear that I was sinking quickly.

…I think I got one (?) chuckle out of the crowd.

When I was walking back to my seat I quickly slipped in, “If it weren’t for my Dad, I probably would be off prostituting myself or something.”

From that, I got a full chorus of gasps.

It’s usually difficult for people to understand my type of humor when they first meet me — actually, the first several times they meet me.  I’m slowly becoming a pro at coming off like a complete douche the first few weeks of each new semester.

I’m pretty sure my Comm class thinks I’m crazy.