Woman's Intuition Cuttin' Up Sideways

Hi, Everyone!

I want to start off this blog post by saying that I have never been able to predict the future—if I could do that, I would’ve created the world in six days and rested on the seventh. You would have to be all-powerful and all-knowing in order to do that, so that rules me out completely.

And just that quickly, I forgot what I was talking about… hahahaha!

Oh, yeah—now I remember: I have never been accused of being a psychic, but this morning, on my way to my Grammar & Comp II class, I just had an instant feeling that my instructor had finished grading our term papers. Moreover, I had a heavy feeling that I would have to read my paper.

Surprise, surprise—I was “write” on the money (okay, I know that was corny)!

Here’s how it went down: My instructor began the class by saying that all forty of us did a great job on our “influential figure” paper, but there was one paper that clearly stood a cut above the rest. Of course, like any other classroom would, we all looked around in hopes of discovering the A-plus paper, but I took into account that, while my instructor was yet talking, he looked square at me—that could’ve very well been confirmation, but I was careful not to get my hopes up. Anyway, my instructor went on to say that the winning A-plus paper would have to read their paper to the entire class, and then he says: “Congratulations, Miss Stewart!”

I heard a couple of haters doing what they do best, but it didn’t faze me any; as a matter of fact, I looked at those haters and simply blew them a kiss. Obviously they were shocked at my reaction—they didn’t expect me to do that, but then again, I’ve always danced to the beat of my own drum. Needless to say, I read my paper aloud about my reasons for choosing Mr. D as one of the influential figures in my life.

Now that I think about it, my woman’s intuition was cuttin’ up sideways this morning—and while I’m on that very subject, I thank God that He allowed my women’s intuition to cut up some more in my Fundamentals of Speech class. In case y’all missed that, let me make it plain: For the second straight day, my speech instructor did not call on me. However, I’m gonna do like the Bible says and “be ye also ready,” because my woman’s intuition just now informed me that I will be called on to give my speech tomorrow—no exceptions!

With that said, let me prepare myself for tomorrow, and I’ll holla at’cha then.

Hugs & Kisses,

Natasha