B ad choice! I was wearing the wrong clothes. It was a workshop with flying dust so why was I wearing wedges and my good sheitel? Don’t try to impress Abby just do your job. These students weren’t going to take me seriously now. Especially that girl in the front she didn’t look away from me once it wasn’t natural.
We were in a small room an antechamber to their workshop. Everyone was sitting way too close to me. I was creeped out; I wanted to go home.
“Hi!” I made my voice super perky. “As seniors in the program you’ve worked hard to make it to this point and now it gets real.” I paused it sounded all wrong and dorky already. “For the next semester I’ll be guiding you in biweekly get-togethers for real-world practice as well as mentoring you on your senior projects and the final showcase.”
Get-togethers why did I call them get-togethers?! They’re classes meetings. Get-togethers sounded like we were drinking coffee or knitting.
