Dear Awkwardness,

So, you have taught me an important lesson:  The next time a guest lecturer comes to present in class and distributes handouts to follow along with, I should either 1.) not edit all the typos on his/her handout, or else 2.) make sure that I am not sitting close enough that if he/she didn't have a personal copy that they would ask to use the one I was given.  Thanks for the life lesson.  It was reminescent of when I was in Jr. High and would edit notes given to me from friends...and then didn't have friends.  Memo to self: edit with caution.

Feeling sheepish again,
Allison

Dear Awkwardness,

Thanks for joining me last Saturday.  Let's be honest, I was expecting you to come along for the ride when I picked up that boy from the airport.  I just figured that your role would only be to make the conversation special.  But, as always, you exceeded my expectations.  From now on, whenever I think of going the wrong way on a one way street, I will think of the homeless man flailing his arms over his head to get my attention and then pointing in the opposite direction...and I will think of you.

Thanks for the good times,
Allison

Dear Awkwardness,

I missed you the other day. I got in the practice room elevator with my friend, as we were reluctantly on our way to a voice lesson neither of us wanted to go to. We joked about how it would be great if the elevator would just get stuck so we could have a good reason to miss the lesson. Who knew that it actually would break down? This potentially would be a situation that you would be a part of, but alas you missed out. I'm glad that I got a nice break from life while still being able to use my phone and internet. I could have stayed in there for a few hours and been really productive. It really was a shame that they got us out in only half an hour.

Catch you next time,

Rachel

Dear Awkwardness,

Apparently when I stay up too late it leads to having a less effective bad judgment filter.  And apparently you like to capitalize on those times.  Wasn't it bad enough that I wrote a comment on a course's discussion board that was interpretted in a hurtful way by a classmate?  Was it really necessary for the professor to print out a copy of the exchange and pass it out to the whole class and engage a dialogue about it the following week?  Yikes.  So yeah...no more homework at 1:00 am for me. 

Let's not meet this way again,
Allison

Dear Awkwardness,

I feel that I have a newfound appreciation for the expression "trip at the finish line".  Sure it has nothing to do with a literal finish line, or tripping, but still...I would say that dropping the pan of twelve servings of chicken  and sauce that I was delivering onto the church house kitchen door loosely qualifies.  Also, I love that I'm no longer trusted around chicken and that "I wouldn't want to do an Allison" is becoming a catch phrase among my presidency.

Chicken-less, but feeling sheepish,
Allison

Dear Awkwardness,

The next time my roommate has lots of people over and I try to tell a story, I would appreciate it if my attempts to say "I was in the bathroom getting ready" didn't come out as "I was in the bathroom getting married".  Because, let's be honest, those aren't the same thing.

Still single,
Allison

Dear Awkwardness,


So I got invited to a Mission Reunion on facebook and this is the comment I received a minute later,  "Um...not sure how to tell you this delicately...but on my sidebar it says "'Noralin Ellsworth is going to Mate!!!!!!'--Sunday, January 15 at 7:00pm" Now, I'm sure that that is pronounced Mah-tay, but it sure doesn't look like that. Just wanted you to know. Have a great day!"


Enough Said,
Nori

Dear Awkwardness,

I think we have a common acquaintance...  So I went to my Creative Writing class on Tuesday night and let's just say that my professor is probably a good friend of yours.  He kept pronouncing words wrong until he said, "I think I had a stroke last night" followed by an entire minute of silence.  He then reiterated his thought, "Ya, I think so" and continued on with the lecture.  Thanks for making class interesting!

Don't ever change,
Nori

Dear Awkwardness,

Ok, ya... it's true that I have a mini-obsession with Barbie Christmas ornaments.  But hey, it's just one of my favorite Christmas traditions.  So of course I told my boyfriend. But did you really have to make that public to my boyfriend's parents.  I really enjoyed looking at all the beautifully decorated Christmas trees at the Festival of Trees.  And we could've stopped when everyone got tired.  But after my boyfriend's mom suggested that we stopped, I really enjoyed hearing his dad whisper that we couldn't until we saw the Barbies for me.  Way to make a good impression!

Love,
Nori

Dear Awkwardness,

Um... Did the zipper on my shirt really have to break while I was at work? I don't mean to be ungrateful. After all, I fortunately did have a coat with me. But my students probably thought it was a little strange that I wore my big wool pea coat--indoors--for the entire three-hours class. (Not to mention the fact that it was hot!!!)

Emily

Dear Awkwardness,

Why do you have to sneak up on me like that? I'm just so exhausted from this busy week and I was really embarrassed that I showed up late to a class wearing pajamas, complete with fuzzy slippers and my glasses. It would have been okay except my professor pulled me aside to talk to me.

The next time I get offered a job I really want, I would rather not have the conversation start with my teacher saying, "Did you just wake up?"

Sincerely,

Rachel

Dear Awkwardness,

Ok, so I guess it was sort of funny that it got announced that my boyfriend was engaged to me in his Priesthood class (ok, it wasn't really that funny).  But next time can you let me know before I show up to his Break the Fast without him.  Then I won't drop the 5 gallon jug of water that I was carrying when someone congratulated me about my engagement.  Ya, so next time just give me a fair warning.  That's all I'm asking...

See ya soon,
Nori

Dear Awkwardness,

I would appreciate it if never again an unplanned encounter at 9:00pm with a creepy guy would end with him saying, "Well, at least I know where you live now!"

Please,

Rachel

Dear Awkwardness,

Okay...getting me to lock my keys in my car...haha.  Whatevs.  I have a spare.  But how the heck did you fool me into locking my keys in the car, with the car running...without me ever realizing it?  Well, I mean I did realize it eventually, namely, when I was ready to head home for the evening 7.5 hours later.  But still...seriously?!

Not amused,
Allison

Dear Awkwardness,

Generally I go with your suggestions to talk aloud to inanimate objects and small woodland creatures.  But the next time you tell me to greet the squirrels with "Oh hey squirrel" and "Oh hey other squirrel.  Nice jump.  Lookin' good", I'd really perfer to not have a distinguished faculty member walking right behind me. 

Later,
Allison