Name Game

I should learn not to worry about personal space in my one class... I really shouldn't worry. Whether I wanted my personal space invaded or not, it will be, especially by my professor. He likes getting us to get over our safety bubbles but it's awkward. A couple of weeks ago... He was checking to make sure I was okay, right? That's a good bull shit answer. So he touched my knee. Later in the class he commented about how I had notes written on my hand by running his finger along it--it also hit my scar which is a sensitive spot for me. That's okay.
Today. My back has been killing me so I decided to wear my corset today yesterday. This morning, I couldn't find the shirt I usually wear under it. So I was showing much more skin than I wanted. I wore a denim jacket over it with my button. My famous button of What color are my eyes? I wore it buttoned on my right side. My jacket covered the boobs completely... One might not notice I was wearing a corset. Mr. Professor walked in and I knew he was reading my button and he looked puzzled. We (the class) started a discussion about my button. He asked if it was put there for a reason and I said yes. He was sitting next to me at that point and pointed out where I should have put my button. He reached across me... Yeah that was awkward.
The class then talked about names. He said I was definately not a Tasha. The class decided I was a Cynthia or a Sylvia... Cynthia was Drew's contribution. (Oh yeah, Drew is the cute boy in my class). We then moved to facebook where we all showed our profiles and such. Drew went before me and he had 1 friend request and it was from me... the mouse started going over there and then his attention was diverted as I was praying. Whew... That would have been embaressing. My gopher face was declared great by the class and awful by the professor. The madam photo... decided cute. after class, the gay guy commented how I was wearing that "top" again. HeHe. The prom pictures posted by my friend... are going to spark conversation. My professor asked me how old I was as I stood up there. I said my age. He said if I was over 21, he would have brought me a bottle of alcohol to get through the next class period... That's how fun it is going to be. NeeNee decided she's going to put up even more embaressing photos of me... Oh goodness.
Sincerely
Cynthia / Tullia
PS awkward moment concering a major important dude...