The Day

The Day had arrived.

After a week of fretting over it, worrying about it, freaking out because of it, it was finally here.

The Day – on which I was to do 3 presentations – was here. Today.

This was The Day when everything had to be great, all right, perfect.

But I made mistake after mistake after mistake.

I woke up slightly later than usual, on The Day when I should be getting up earlier than usual. Darn alarm...I put it to snooze mode too easily. Had to dress nicely, planned to put on makeup – appearance does count for something.

Then I was stupid enough – seriously reeeaaallllyyyy DUMB – to think that I could walk to my faculty in high heels. As if the last time I had done that wasn’t torture enough. The last time, I cut my left foot because the straps of my heels keep rubbing against my skin. It really did bleed. I told myself I would never, ever walk in my high heels again.

Apparently, I have short-term memory.

Because I wore it.

I had not even walked past the mosque before my eyes had started tearing. I am totally serious. They were not tears of joy, I assure you. It was honest-to-goodness tears of pain. My feet were hurting so bad I could not help the tears. Adding to the pain was the fact that I was also carrying my heavy laptop in a backpack which made for extra weight on my feet and heels.

I looked at my watch. 7.50 am. There was no time to turn back now. I would definitely be late for class. It takes a little over ten minutes to reach my faculty. I had no time. I forced myself to keep walking, ignoring the shooting pain in my ankles.

Past the mosque, I suddenly stopped dead in my tracks.

I had left my presentation script back in my room.

WTH.

I thought about it. Could I present without my script?

No.

I turned round and walked back, silently (or not so silently) cursing myself all the way, the pain in my heels like a knife jabbing me in the butt. Sigh.

Climbing up those @#$^$%#$^ steps to my hostel room in those #$%&^%$* heels nearly killed me. Grabbed my #$%&^^&$* script and threw those $%^&^%$ pair of heels aside in favour of my flat, ugly covered-shoes which I should have worn in the first place for practical and realistic reasons.

And I did all that with such vigour and "enthusiasm" I kinda scared my room mate (she confessed to me later saying that I looked so mad she didn't dare say a word for fear of unleashing hell's fury).

Walking past the mosque for the second time now, I glance at my watch. 8.05 am. Crap.

What on earth was wrong with me today???!!!

I couldn't help it. I cried. Again. Not tears of joy for sure, but it was not tears of pain either. This time, they were tears of anger. I was angry with myself mostly, for doing this to myself.

Of all the days that I could have been late, it had to be The Day. When every little thing mattered.

By the time I reached the classroom, the lecturer was already there, everyone was seated and it seemed like they were all waiting for me. And what a state to arrive in.

The top I had on especially for my presentation that morning was completely drenched in my sweat from all that furious walking. My hair, which I had initially planned to let down, was now very obviously hastily tied up and messy. It made me look like I had gone crazy with a comb or something. I was panting, and flushed with embarrassment as well.

How could I let my group members down like that? I was supposed to be early to set up the laptop and get the slide presentation ready. But. Sigh. Horrible feeling. :(

It took me some time to calm down. I apologized to my lecturer. And began.

I stumbled over the first few lines.

And then, it was all smooth sailing from there.

Seriously, I thought my group presentation for Teaching Profession that morning went extremely well.

Considering my god-awful start of The Day, everything went very, very well indeed. Thank God.

I can't believe it. :)

1 down, 2 more to go.

2nd presentation for Decision Making went all right. He gave us an A- on the spot!! :P

2 down, 1 more to go.

3rd presentation for TITAS (Tamadun Islam dan Tamadun Asia) went well too.

It was over. It was finally OVER.

It seemed like a never-ending day of stress and anxiety. But everything turned out all right in the end. :)

Phew. *relief*

You know, I had this really craaaazzzyyyy dream! I had 3 presentations in 1 freakin' day!! Then I forgot to bring my script and....

Oh, wait. It wasn't a dream. >.<