So mad at myself...

Today my professor did not make it to class because he came up with a nosebleed. His secretary came into the classroom and said that I was supposed to lead the class. We were discussing three poems by Robert Frost today...three poems that could not understand myself, much less lead a discussion on. I talked a little about the play we are to read for next week, Glengarry Glen Ross, trying to give them some suggestions on how to digest and understand the conversations in the play. I am so mad at myself I could just spit. In the future, I will be prepared to lead a discussion on anything. I'm so embarassed that I didn't at least try, but I fear I would have been more embarassed if I had tried and looked like the teacher idiot who doesn't know anything. Rock, meet hard place.

I'm planning to rent the movie for Glengarry Glen Ross this weekend and watch it along with reading the play itself. I have never seen so many cuss words on a page. It should be interesting...