Casting on-- a phrase I find funny for no apparent reason

So, I'm taking a knitting class. I know. It's possibly the most domestic thing I could do at this point, besides popping out some kids and canning my own baby food. But I've been told it's a relaxing hobby, and at the very least it's something I can do while watching TV. So I signed up for a class at LACC and prepared myself for the awesomeness that is creating stuff out of yarn.

Then I started to panic. I spent the last eight or so years trying to escape school at all costs, and now I was willingly putting myself back in the classroom? Granted, a community college knitting class probably isn't as consuming as say, AP Biology. But immediately, I couldn't remember how to like, take a class. The class list was confusing, or just plain wrong, because even my limited knowledge of knitting told me that the "Beginning Crocheting" book is not what I needed in a knitting class. But I assured myself that I could handle it. It's just a silly class, right? It would be a breeze.

Or so I thought. I discovered I was, in fact, the slow kid in the class. Like, the kid who you'd roll your eyes at behind their back when they ask the same question four times (or at least that's what I would do). Literally, the teacher showed me how to tie a knot--A KNOT--three times and I simply could not replicate it. It was like trying to speak with an accent. You hear it in your head, but your mouth won't cooperate.

So, not to sound egotystical, but what's the deal? I probably should be better than a woman in class who actually could not speak English but somehow managed to pick it up quicker than me. And I am not even making this up, but a DEAF PERSON did her knitting stitch with greater ease. I'm not saying that deaf people shouldn't be great knitters--I'm sure there are plenty of fields in which they excel at that we all have no idea, like possibly the backstroke or calculus--but for not being able to hear any of the instructions, she did remarkably well.

Anyway, I'm going to keep at it. Because if there's anything more pathetic than being a terrible knitter, it's dropping out of a community college knitting class.