First Day Of Classes
Today was my first day of classes. Aaaaaaaahhhh!
All I can say is I hated it. I woke up at 11 a.m., went back to sleep thinking my second alarm clock would wake me an hour later to get ready for my 1 p.m. math class. But instead of putting on the snooze button, I turned off the whole thing off by mistake.
The next thing I know I wake up, and I almost peed my pants when I saw what time is was. I really needed to pee, but there was no time to shower or wear the right pair of mismatched socks. I wore a lime green shirt, but there was no time for picture-taking. I quickly brushed and ran down the street. I had no idea where I was going, but it did not matter because I knew I probably looked crazy anyway.
I was fifteen minutes late on my first day. How terrible! But even if I had shown up early, it wouldn’t have made any difference since the only thing I understood from the lecture was “Welcome!” I felt like he was speaking gibberish. Then he hands out homework sheet and sent us on our way.
Leaving that class, I remember thinking that all homework, quizzes and final exams are taken and scored via computer, so basically the only thing he does is tell us if we failed or not. Geez.
All I can say is I hated it. I woke up at 11 a.m., went back to sleep thinking my second alarm clock would wake me an hour later to get ready for my 1 p.m. math class. But instead of putting on the snooze button, I turned off the whole thing off by mistake.
The next thing I know I wake up, and I almost peed my pants when I saw what time is was. I really needed to pee, but there was no time to shower or wear the right pair of mismatched socks. I wore a lime green shirt, but there was no time for picture-taking. I quickly brushed and ran down the street. I had no idea where I was going, but it did not matter because I knew I probably looked crazy anyway.
I was fifteen minutes late on my first day. How terrible! But even if I had shown up early, it wouldn’t have made any difference since the only thing I understood from the lecture was “Welcome!” I felt like he was speaking gibberish. Then he hands out homework sheet and sent us on our way.
Leaving that class, I remember thinking that all homework, quizzes and final exams are taken and scored via computer, so basically the only thing he does is tell us if we failed or not. Geez.
My food science class was a lot better, there were 200 students which was intimidating, but the professor was interesting. It was a shorter class. Sometimes I really hate this place, and I want run away and live in the trees. But other times I love this place enough to call it home. I'm still in that adjusting phase.
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