some things never change

Today, in social science class, I started trying to French braid my hair. (A female life skill that I never learned.)










Then, I started yawning. A lot.










And then, the teacher asked me a question and I was completely caught off guard.










I could have been in Betty Papik's math class sophomore year of high school, or any of Larry's politics class throughout college... Except this time I was in front of the class, helping teach about the difference between Romanesque and Gothic architecture and paintings. Joder.