Drastic Tuesday with Mrs. M PART 2

continuation...

And so, Ma'am M came in our classroom (if you have no idea who she is, try reading my other blog posts--like THE DROP and MONDAYS and THURSDAYS).
She went in with what seemed to all of us as a good mood. But you know the weather...
It rains..
Then the sun glares later on...
And then it pours hard after a few fours....
I saw her sit at the table in front and started calling names with the classcards already on her hands...
Everything went well until.... "Fule,...Gagaoin,....GUTING...."
I wasn't called!!! Everyone had eyes on me with shock. But Ma'am M went on. I saw Candy mouthed something. I consulted my bag and found out that my classcard was still in my notebook.
Panic time: Ma'am M doesn't like latecomers.
I stood up and saw what seemed like a reflection opposite me as I approached the table; Joanne, our class president, also forgot to pass her card.
"Ma'am," I said, in a nervous tone, "I forgot to..." I couldn't make up the sentences...
Ma'am M looked up at the two of us. Then, she looked down and moaned, "You're doing it again...." She was on the verge of getting mad.
I've never learned my lesson!!!
"Get out," she advised to the two of us, "find a new professor for the two of you."
Joanne and I reluctantly sat back on our seats. We did not leave the room though. And I was fingering my bag, preparing to pick it up in case Ma'am M shouts at us to leave.
THE LUCKY PART (Ironically): She returned the cards for us to write something on the back. This time, upon returning these, we get to join the cards as we hand it back to her, and join the long semester of new pains and sacrifices (oh, and learnings).
Well, I can't imagine anybody else teaching this course better than she does... So it's worth being lucky I guess...