False Alarm

I arrived 20 minutes early, according to the clock that was hanging in the back corner of the ArtSpace. I paced the room for a bit, looked at all the herbs and the teas, and the homemade soaps. Then I got scared because I forgot to read up on how to make homemade soaps...
So I sat down and I waited. 10 minutes to. I rummaged through my bag, looking for nothing. 5 minutes to. Where was everyone? Did I have to work one-on-one with Misha? She would find out EXACTLY how little I actually know about everything. I was hoping I would just blend in!
2:00. Was I supposed to meet her downstairs maybe? I have no idea how this works. 5 minutes after, I hear girly voices entering the room. A wave of relief, "Here they come!" I thought.
Instead a tour-guide turns the corner, "This is the ArtSpace. Misha usually works here but she's not here today". Her gaze lands right on me. She gives me a puzzled stare. "Are you waiting for Misha?"
I nodded. "I'm volunteering every Friday, 2-5". At least I'm supposed to. Did Misha not know? Did I come at the wrong time?
"Well Misha's not here. You'll have to come back next week."

I was angry at first. No one e-mailed me or called me or anything. I had built up this huge rush of adrenaline for THIS?! I even learned to knit! Can you believe it?
Walking back out to catch a bus, feeling thoroughly ripped off from a possibly awesome experience I started to laugh. I had just been complaining and worrying about not being good enough, and now I was made because I didn't even get to show off all of the knowledge that I don't have. How pointless for me to be angry!

I'll go back next week. It's getting off to a shaky start, but I think in the end it'll all be worth it.