Suck it, Professor.

That's how I feel about my final project in Folklore.  It's not really his fault that I'm uncomfortable giving a 15-minute presentation, however, so I'm projecting my anxiety onto someone else.  I'm aware.  I am a bit bummed that I spent nearly the entire semester being scared about the thing, and then I stopped being scared and figured out something that would make me comfortable presenting and......was told it wasn't relevant to the class.  A week before it is due.  Because I waited until the last minute to decide what I was doing for the project. 



Start over, idiot.  Back to the drawing board.  Square one.  Suck it.