Hey guys, Yesterday night was the worst evening that I've had in many years. Note: I am 21 years old. My parents invited a bunch of faculty from the local university (which I attend) over for dinner. I knew and respected many of these professors, and I was hoping to work with some of them and obtain references. Anyway, it had been a brutal week of little sleep running on Red Bull and coffee. I had (partly) lost my voice and looked like an unshaven drug addict. Everything seemed hazy and I felt like I was losing my grip on reality. I also had to do an online exam on my sexy Macbook Pro that was due soon, so I told my mom that I was just going to stay in my room. I wanted to meet them when I was looking OK to make a good impression. So my mom reluctantly agreed with me. Anyway, the professors arrived and all was well. But after half an hour, my mom knocked on my door and said "Randy, come downstairs and talk to the guests!" (Note: at this point, the professors didn't realize I was home) Me: "Mom, I talked to you about this." Mom: "Randy, I want you to come down now." Me: "I have to do this exam." My mom sighed and went back downstairs, but to my horror, I heard her laugh and announce to the guests: "Since you got here, my son, Randy, has been hiding in his room! He's too shy to come down." In response, awkard laughter. And then 10 mins later, my mom returns. "Randy, if you don't come downstairs, then I'm going to bring all the professors up here." Note: At this point, it would have been smart to just meet them. But I was very embarrassed by this time, and my room was an absolute disaster. I just explained that I was about to take a shower. My mom sighed and went downstairs. Again to my horror, she said: "Oh, as soon as Randy heard that all of you were coming upstairs, he jumped into the bath! I didn't know he was so shy." *uproarious laughter* Frankly, at this point I felt too humiliated to meet them. For the next 5 minutes, my parents and the professors talked about how I was hiding in my room. When they were leaving, my mom said: "Sorry I couldn't get my kid to talk to all of you." Anyway, this was pretty embarrassing. Any time I see those faculty on campus, it's going to be awkward. And forget about references. I'll have to approach the professors individually and give some kind of humorous explanation. Unfortunately, my mom does not realize why I need my privacy sometimes. I'm sure those professors think that I was being rude... I miss residence.