Off to a Bad Start

First day of school 2011...What a day.

It started off nice finding out the night before that my first class was at 10 rather than 8 in the morning. That's an extra 2 hours of sleep that I wasn't expecting. That's about the only thing that went right.

The extra two hours of sleep turned into 3 hours thanks to the fact that being in my bed is much nicer than being out of it. I awoke at 9:48 am and immediately jumped out of bed to throw some clothes on and rush off to class. I ran to my car and began my track to campus when the car started jiggling as I drove down the street. I forgot to release the emergency brake. Nice...

I finally got to class almost 10 minutes late with literally the worlds squeakiest shoes. I sat in the first available seat so as to not drown out the professors voice with each obnoxious step. It was a lefty. Whatever...I'm fine with sitting in a desk designed for left handed students even though I'm a righty. A minor setback.

I pulled out my special dot paper notebook to be used with my special smart pen only to find that I had forgotten my smart pen in my other backpack. How smart.

I sat through the rest of the class noteless and feeling incredibly stressed and unprepared. Oh well. I couldn't do anything about that. I decided that I would just catch my breath while I waited for my second class.

I went back to my apartment and just chilled. My next class wasn't until 12:30 so I had a little time to relax. I watched some YouTube videos, ordered my parking permit, and even checked out what books I would be needing for the winter quarter. I left my apartment with 20 minutes to class time so that I'd have enough time to walk to class. The class is farther from the parking lot than my classes usually were so I thought I'd give myself some time to make the walk over.

I ended up having to speed-walk most of the way since the drive took more time and the walk was longer than I expected. I walked into an already overfilled classroom at 12:32 and had to walk over to the other side of the room in front of the entire class accidentally kicking a girl sitting on the floor on the way to my floor spot against the far wall. Keep in mind that I was still wearing the worlds squeakiest shoes.

I sat down and got as comfortable as I could and looked up to see the projector displaying the class information on the front pull-down screen. It said something about Greek art.

"Wait a second...I thought my class was supposed to be on African American art." I pulled out my phone with a puzzled look on my face to double check my schedule.

"Yep. It's supposed to be African American art," I thought. "Oh crap..."

My class ENDED at 12:30.

I stood up and made my way back to the door having to walk in front of the entire class again - this time with my tail between my legs. It was as if my shoes were saying, "I'm stupid" with each squeak on the way out.

I hate my shoes.

I adequately beat myself up over this enormous blunder and now, I sit here writing this story down. It seems to be the only proper response at the moment. What a day.

Screw it...

I'm going back to my apartment to take that shower I didn't get to take this morning and we'll just have to try again tomorrow.