spoonful of grace footnotes in the life of a teenager with a helluva lot of spunk, and only a spoonful of grace

Don't you hate when you accidentally stalk people?

I was at a college reception tonight, and I, shamefully, accidentally stalked the director of the scholar program I had the interview for last saturday. OOPS.

My dad went up to him without me and asked if he knew anything about who got the scholarship, and he said he didn't know but asked my dad's name. And then we were mingling and I made awkward eye contact.

THEN omg. We were leaving but he happened to be leaving AT THE SAME TIME. So he and his colleague are on the escalator RIGHT IN FRONT OF US. And we make eye contact. And I smile. And at the bottom he says bye to his friend. AND OMG HE TALKS TO ME LIKE WE'RE STALKING HIM AND HE WANTS US TO LEAVE. I was so embarrassed. He was all, I don't have any information for you, but we'll see you in the fall regardless! And I was all, I really hope to GOD my hair is covering my name tag right now. And I HOPE TO GOD HE ISNT GOING HOME TO SCRATCH MY NAME OFF THE LIST.

Dear Baby Jesus,
help me.


marissa erin