As of yesterday morning, I was not an official member of the class. I was on the "wait list" along with 10 other people. So, I got to class early hoping that I could talk the instructor into giving me an "add" code, before anyone else got to him. The instructor had not yet arrived, and the class was packed, which was not a good sign.
I took a seat next to a group of menacing-looking students -- guys with pierced faces, tattoo sleeves and pants with underwear hanging out about 12 inches. I felt so out of place. I think someone even snickered when I sat down. I'm sure they were all thinking "What is this grandma doing in here?"
I don't know why tattoos and piercings scare me, but they do. And they shouldn't, because every time I get a seat next to someone with these adornments, and we start chatting, I learn that they are super nice, and super helpful. By the end of the semester, we are great friends who share candy, and notebook paper. Sometimes we even take another class together, which was the case with Josh. Proof that looks can definitely be deceiving.
Any-whoo, we students sat around and stared at each other until the instructor -- another young guy with tattoo sleeves, blew in the door all flustered and disheveled. He had been stuck on the freeway and made apologies to us, and a faculty member who showed up to tell us all about what we could and could not do on the Technology Center computers. When at last the instructor had settled himself in a chair, he said "Hi I'm Caleb. Let's go around the room and make introductions. Tell me your name and why you want to take a multimedia course."
When it was my turn, I said "Hi my name is Crystal Beutler. I want to ......."
Caleb interrupted me. "Hold on right there" he said. "Did you say Beuhler, as in Ferris Beuhler?"
"Well . . . " I anwered, "Technically, it's Beutler, but it sounds like Beuhler as in Ferris Beuhler. And if you really want to know . . . my full name is Crystal FARISH Beutler."
The entire class erupted in laughter and cheered, which made me feel less like a grandma, and more like a student.
You should know, I was the first person to get an "add" card, and I know it had something to do with my name -- it sure comes in handy.
I foresee a good semester. Caleb is cool.
Post Script: For those of you who are new to my blog, you might not be familiar with the story Where in the World is Ferris Beutler, which is necessary in order for this post to make sense. And by the way, I am not a grandma and don't expect to be one any time soon. My kids are 13 and 15.