Hot Seat

April 9, 2012

My mom suggested in an email that I put on a turtle neck, sit by myself in my room, turn into a grandma at the strike of 8:00 and write about all the safe things I’ve been doing in Spain. I would lower the anxiety and blood pressure of my family back home. She was mostly joking.

Marian started class today by individually asking everyone what they did for the weekend and created a class dialogue. When she asked me what I did over the weekend, I told her “en sábado, camine en la playa y al faro con un amigo.” One of my friends in the class whispered loudly “una cita” which means a date. Everyone heard, including Marian. I was in the hot seat and could instantly feel my face turn bright red. Estuve vergüenza. My friends in the class started laughing as Marian fanned my face off with a piece of paper. I’m friends with everyone in the class so despite my face being red, I didn’t mind sharing details as Marian asked follow up questions.  When I finished telling my story I felt facetious and shot a looked at my friend who threw me under the bus. I revealed that she went on a date over the weekend and Marian asked her questions instead of me. After being in the hot seat, I wished I was wearing a turtle neck by myself in my room.