Being forced into...

a super boring resume class...

Today, my mom told me she signed me up for some kind of resume-writing class (because I've been saying I'd look for a second job, but never actually did). I thought it'd be like a sit-and-listen kind of talk where there would be a lot of people and you could leave whenever you pleased.

So, I went to the library (where the class was held) and I couldn't find it. I had no freaking idea where it was; I thought I'd see this huge group of people. But nope. I asked the librarian and she directed me in the right direction. As I was approaching the room, I could see that there weren't that many people in there. Through the doorway, I could see two people, and another walking to a seat. In that moment, I thought, you know, I could just leave; maybe if I don't walk through the door, no one will know I'm not there. (My mom signed up herself and me for the class, and she had to register and stuff, so they'd have a list of who was attending.)

But my mom was going to join me in 10 minutes, so if I just left and didn't go in, she'd walk in and know. If the class was bigger, then she wouldn't know because I could have been sitting in the front or middle, and she'd be in the back.

I walked into the room with the biggest internal sigh in the history of the world. Guess what? There were only 4 people in the class! Ugh, now that I had walked through, I had to stay because they'd notice if someone was missing. There were only two tables and both were occupied. I took the seat off to the side, hoping no one would notice me (which is an extremely stupid thought since there were only 5 people in there plus the instructor, so 6).

When the talk started, the speaker was like "Welcome to Canada." I blinked hard and was like What the fuck? Welcome to Canada? Am I in the wrong room? Then he was like "in this class you will learn how to write a standard Canadian resume" and I thought to myself, aw, fuck... is it still too late to leave? 

Then the speaker asked us all to introduce ourselves (I hate that the most because of anxiety and people looking at me when I speak). And to make things worse, he asked me to go first. Well, this is off to a fantastic start.

He asked me for my name and I told him without much of an internal struggle. Then he asked me how long I've been in Canada for. Dude, I was born here, so answering that question was kind of awkward. I told him I've been here since birth and accidentally blurted out that I was only here because my mom forced me to come. He was like "Okay... Glad to have you here?"

Then the other 4 people went and everyone was like "I've been in Canada for a month" or "I arrived nine months ago", etc. Oh man, was that awkward. My mom signed us up for an immigrant resume class. I guess it's not that awkward for other people, but if they were in my shoes, it would be damn awkward.

Within the first hour, a few more people came in, which was good because less attention on me. But the bad part was all of the additional people were also immigrants. So my mom and I were the only citizens in an immigrant-resume-writing class...

The talk was so freaking long. Throughout the whole two-hour talk, I kept thinking to myself, I will fucking shoot myself in the head; I want to smash my head against the wall; I want to slam the door against my head.

First off, the speaker had the most boring voice I've ever heard (I don't want to sound mean, but it's so true). Second, for every point (for example, what kind of font to use, or font size) he'd talk about it for ten minutes. Ugh!!!!....

I was whimpering in my head the whole time.

I know my mom had good intentions going into this, but I never want to go to any of these one-day classes or talks ever again. I get that my mom cares and wants to help, but sometimes, it's best to leave things for me to handle.