Open Mouth, Insert Foot

So last semester one of Sam's professors invited the whole class over for dinner at his house, with his family (super nice, right?). We were one of the first to arrive and had fun talking to him and his wife a little, and listening to a few of the other students talk. I was kind of nervous about being there because I didn't know anyone, and I ususally get shy around large groups of people that I don't know (this is why I married someone so outgoing), but it started off well.

By the time dinner was served almost the entire class was present, so the room was pretty crowded. Fortunately, (or so I thought) one of Sam's classmates married a guy I knew, so naturally we sat near them and started talking, catching up a bit. After all the usual questions were asked, and we were officially caught up, our conversation died a little, and thankfully (to alleviate some of the awkwardness) the classmates (Sam and his wife) started talking about school and the common classes they had.

The girl brought up another class they were currently in together. This particular class had a crazy teacher who had assigned an enormous amount of work (two twenty page papers, one ten page book report, and a journal entry for each class period). This teacher was also pretty forgetful and frequently told the class that what he said in class goes, so if he says it, write it down and date it and it is as solid as the syllabus. Well one day Sam came home really upset because of an event that took place in this class. The teacher had completely forgotten that he had assigned one of the twenty page papers and instead reminded the students to work on the book report which was due further down the road. Now, we have all had classes where there is that one stupid kid who chooses to remind the teacher to collect the homework, or assign the readings and papers that we definitely could have gotten away with not doing (if you can't remember being in classes with those kids then you probably are that kid and fyi, your classmates hate you). Well Sam (and his class) almost got away with not having to write one of those papers, but thanks to his awesome classmate, the teacher was reminded and the paper was back on. Sam was furious when he got home (rightly so) and he definitely vented his anger to a listening ear (mine).

Back to the dinner party. Sam and her were talking about this class, and (in my defense) BOTH of them were complaining about the work load. I remembered the day Sam came home venting (because I have an awesome memory) and I decided to join the converation and talk about how stupid that girl was for reminding the teacher about that paper when he had clearly forgotten all about it. Did I use the word stupid several time when describing her? You bet I did.

Needless to say, when we got into the car about ten minutes later to go home Sam turned to me to reveal that the girl we were talking to was in fact that stupid girl that reminded the teacher about the paper. Seriously, what are the odds of that?

Why do I bring this story up you ask? Well, Sam has another class from the same professor this semester, and this Thursday the class is once again invited to his home for dinner. Do I feel even more nervous to go this time then I did last time? Yes I do.

This time around the game plan is to sit, eat, smile, and not put my big ole foot in my mouth.