I am currently kind of hyper over what happened today, so if I sound weird- that's why.
But, yeah- I had a class over something which I really hated on Saturday morning. So, I arrived at this random high school close to my house where the sessions happened to be. Now, it was not only me taking a class about something that I absolutely hate that was the source of my bad mood. I'm pretty much forbidden while I live with my parents to cut my hair past long-ish bob length. Since I'm horrid with taking care of medium-length hair, my hair has turned out to become a mullet of black/brown doom.
I had pretty much given up all hopes of passing to any sort of extent- donning my hoodie to yet another day filled with girls I really do not like swamping towards me and me being afraid to talk to guys lest they should treat me like a girl.
We had to check our ID at the door of the seminar room, and the middle-aged guy who was doing the IDs looked at me, looked at my ID and looked at me, saying:
"Thanks, Mr. Atlas..."
Then he goes and checks the ID again and his eyes bulged out of eye sockets pretty much when he saw the bright, shiny "F" on my license. He looks back at me and then back again at the photo and hastily hands the photo back to me, apologizing profusely for his mistake and pointing out where I'm supposed to sit.
...I was pretty much so up in spirit for the entire class that I didn't mind what I was learning anymore, and even enjoyed the experience. Mind, I was still afraid to talk to other guys lest they peg me a girl, but it gave me a much-needed boost in confidence.
So, hooray! I passed for pretty much the first time in years!
...now if only I could do it on purpose.
