The First Day of Class
Always nerve-wracking. Well, not quite nerve-wracking, but definitely on the side of un-settling. I got to campus at 10:15 this morning, not knowing where my classes were. Didn't really matter.
Spanish was up first. Breezed through that, it wasn't even all in Spanish, which was very, very nice. Most of the class is people who are there because they have to be, I'm not one of them, so I think this class is going to be a breeeeeeeze.
Came back to work for a little bit, covered some lunch hours, and ate my lunch. Nobody called, so basically, I was paid to eat food and read espn.com. Good stuff.
Silly (I hate introducing stories as funny, because there's an expectation I don't want to have to live up to). When I first was copying out my schedule for what my classes were and where they were. I wrote down the wrong location for Film. I was like, oh cool, I have two classes in the same room, and went on my merry way. Wrong. Anyway, after hunting down the room I was looking for in Ramaley (the shittiest numbered building on campus) I sat down and waited for the class before me to let out. Walked in behind some girl, sat down with a seat between us. We shared the awkward smile where you're looking for something to start a conversation, but can't figure out what it's going to be, when I noticed a tattoo on her shoulder. It was hebrew! Bam, the ice was broken. Unfortunately, about fifteen seconds later, as soon as I found out her name (which is what the tattoo was - her name in hebrew), it dawned on me that 1) this class had more than 20 people in it, and 2) the prof had just said something about sociology, and the people didn't look confused. I promptly left and asked the people standing outside the door next to the one I had gone into what class they were waiting on. It was some Communications class. Sonuvabitch! I high-tailed it to the library to double-check my schedule, only to find the Film class was in Humanities. Craziness.
Went to my 16mm Film Class, and decided about 10 minutes in that I was going to be dropping it. But I didn't have the heart to just walk out. Alas, as fate would have it, I was seated as far from the door as I could be, and getting out would be a production. Oy. 110 minutes later, the class finally ended. Came back to work, first order of business was to drop the class. Yay, four more free hours in my schedule, picked up two more work hours, AND I think I know when I'm going to work out now. Jackpot.
Always nerve-wracking. Well, not quite nerve-wracking, but definitely on the side of un-settling. I got to campus at 10:15 this morning, not knowing where my classes were. Didn't really matter.
Spanish was up first. Breezed through that, it wasn't even all in Spanish, which was very, very nice. Most of the class is people who are there because they have to be, I'm not one of them, so I think this class is going to be a breeeeeeeze.
Came back to work for a little bit, covered some lunch hours, and ate my lunch. Nobody called, so basically, I was paid to eat food and read espn.com. Good stuff.
Silly (I hate introducing stories as funny, because there's an expectation I don't want to have to live up to). When I first was copying out my schedule for what my classes were and where they were. I wrote down the wrong location for Film. I was like, oh cool, I have two classes in the same room, and went on my merry way. Wrong. Anyway, after hunting down the room I was looking for in Ramaley (the shittiest numbered building on campus) I sat down and waited for the class before me to let out. Walked in behind some girl, sat down with a seat between us. We shared the awkward smile where you're looking for something to start a conversation, but can't figure out what it's going to be, when I noticed a tattoo on her shoulder. It was hebrew! Bam, the ice was broken. Unfortunately, about fifteen seconds later, as soon as I found out her name (which is what the tattoo was - her name in hebrew), it dawned on me that 1) this class had more than 20 people in it, and 2) the prof had just said something about sociology, and the people didn't look confused. I promptly left and asked the people standing outside the door next to the one I had gone into what class they were waiting on. It was some Communications class. Sonuvabitch! I high-tailed it to the library to double-check my schedule, only to find the Film class was in Humanities. Craziness.
Went to my 16mm Film Class, and decided about 10 minutes in that I was going to be dropping it. But I didn't have the heart to just walk out. Alas, as fate would have it, I was seated as far from the door as I could be, and getting out would be a production. Oy. 110 minutes later, the class finally ended. Came back to work, first order of business was to drop the class. Yay, four more free hours in my schedule, picked up two more work hours, AND I think I know when I'm going to work out now. Jackpot.
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