Okay, so my art professor has known something has been going on with me. Especially since when he asked for a doctors' note so he could excuse my absences last semester, what I was able to come up with was one from my therapist.

Yesterday, we had little presentations on our ideas for book covers for whatever novel we chose. I chose "One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest" because that's the only novel I've read in ages. Anyway when it came my turn to present, he looked over my thumbnail sketches and asked me if I'd ever seen he inside of a mental institution before. Shocked hat he would ask that, I blurted yes. He then proceeded to tell a story about bad experiences his family has had (as they work in such institutions) and how off the wall crazy and dangerous mental patients are.

I'm not really sure what I was feeling (mortified comes to mind, though), but I didn't stop shaking until after I made it back to my dorm. And now I can't get what he said out of my head. I mean this guy was an awesome professor! And now I'm not sure what to feel about him or this event.