What have I done to deserve this?!

This will be my last post before I transfer school or worse, exile to Timbuktu.
Ok, so it was a little bit exaggerated but that’s exactly how I felt last Tuesday night.
Law Building, 8:50 pm, Remedial Law class…
I was busy memorizing Rule 7 of Civil Procedure because of fear to be haunted by the curse of being the last one to be called in recitations when my professor said “cross-claim”. I don’t know if it was my inattentiveness or due to other insuperable cause but I swear, he said it in a manner wherein one could’ve easily mistaken it as “Rose Lyn”. Looking like a lost and befuddled senior, I stood up and waited for the commencement of my curse. After five seconds of deafening silence and amused stares from my classmates, the class burst into fits of laughter. Of course, I did not end my moment there because I even had the audacity to naively ask why. To make the long story short, I just had the most embarrassing night of my life. Well, if you would exclude the time when our Associate Dean caught me performing like a trying-hard-amateur-theater-actress-in-a-musical-play or the time when I screamed like a big baby after tripping in the middle of a busy street or the time when... Aw, forget it! I guess I must have done a lot of embarrassing-stupid or stupid-embarrassing things in the past to consider Tuesday’s event to be permissible but my last antic will really go down memory lane especially with my ever-so-supportive classmates who recently baptized me as what do you… CROSS-CLAIM!