Professors are a funny sort. They look at you, size you up and try to decide if you're worth their time or not. Its a horrible feeling, being sized up. I always squirm too much, fiddle with my favorite pen, nod my head even when I don't know what they are talking about, anything to not get that look of disdain they love to let loose on their faces.

Its not all that bad. Really. Most of this I know is my imagination, the rest is probably real. They, unlike me, have not yet given me a pass, an okay, that yes, I do belong here among them. I know I belong here and yet until they decide so for themselves I have to continue to prove myself in the most awkward of ways and with blushed face when I say something stupid.

In the end, its just a game. And I have to laugh at these silly professors who, once were in my position and felt the same way, but now are continuing the scary professor act. Its a funny act, and I am learning to laugh at my own stumblings and their horrible acting skills.