The day was definitely interesting, not only did I get a few odd stares, but some odd comments as well.
Curtus, the Janitor, who knows me because his daughter is in band with me, looked at me and said: "Your mom gose out of town for a few days, and now your pregnant, what are we going to do with you?"
I replied with a laugh and told him to put me in iss, he just chuckled and walked away.
In band, my first class, I swore
itzer, our director, was trying hard to not make a comment, and a few of my claranet friends, who happen to be freshmen, looked at me and asked me if I was actually pregnant, I replied "No, I'm in Child Development." They continued to ask me questions about the class and even went as far to ask if all of it was fake, I replied with a smile and said yes it was all fake.
My math class, which is my second class of the day, I had another kid ask if I was actually pregnant. I just rolled my eyes and ignored him, because he as far as I can tell, he is a spoiled brat.
In english, my third class of the day, my teacher made no comment, untill the end of the class and I went to lunch.
Lunch went well until I had that run-in with curtus, but I can't hold a grudge, it is just not me, also during lunch one of my acquaintances put his backpack on and said: "See, I'm pregnant too, although, I'm two weeks along."
I laughed, and just rolled my eyes.
Theater proved to be a challenge, mainly because we had to do a zombey improve, and my partner didn't want to go with it, because I was 'Pregnant' and eventually we just came to a conclusion that we would do it, and not make it look to real, even though I was "pregnant" our improv scene was tense.
In the end it was all worth it, even if I was out of breath.
In IPC, my teacher didn't notice that I had it on until I came up to get a paper. Her comment wasn't out of the ordinary, I kind of expected it.
"Wow, what happened to you overnight?" She asked.
Once again I just laughed and replied 'Child Development.'
About halfway through the class, my counselor called me to the office, when I walked in, she looked a bit concerned, and asked what she needed to do to get me out of that situation. For about the tenth time that day, I just laughed and replied 'Child Development.'
When I got back to class, my teacher asked if I felt any better or if I felt like I was about 'due' it took me a minute to figure out what she meant, but I eventually figured it out and face palmed.
I didn't hear half of the background comments, because I had my earbuds in for half the day, but in the end, even though I already vowed to not become a young mother, and wait until I was 26 or 27 years old and had a husband, a steady income, and good home to raise my child in, gave me even more reason to not be a young new mom.
Not to mechon the odd looks, all the double takes, whispers (Most likely about me), and the undoubtedly harsh gossip that made me look bad… I'm in no way ready to be a mom, I have no life experience needed to raise a child, even though I am eager to have a family, I can wait a little while longer for one to come along.