The first day of any school is scary, but college is a whole new ballpark. First off, no one knows where they are going. On top of being completely lost, you don't know anyone around you, which means it's kind of difficult to ask for help. My first day of freshman year was a little different because I was convinced that I knew where I was going and what I was doing. Oh boy, was I wrong.

Freshman year I was on the varsity synchronized skating team, so I had been at school for an entire month before classes actually started for summer training. Because I was on campus for a while, I had the opportunity to walk through my schedule over and over and over again. By repeatedly walking through my classes, I was completely convinced that I knew exactly where I was going. I had even timed out how long it would take me to walk from class to class. When the first day of classes rolled around, I was a little nervous, but nothing like the rest of the freshmen around me.

When I walked into my first class, I heard people around me asking each other, "Is this EDT 190?" Hearing this made me feel confident I was in the right class at the right time. I, of course, got to class extremely early since it was the first day, so after a lot of waiting around, the professor finally walked in and had us do a little icebreaker. We went around the room and had to say our name, where we're from, our major, etc. As we went around, the professor was checking names off her list as we introduced ourselves. When it was my turn, the professor announced that I was not on her list and asked if I was supposed to be in EDT 190. I replied saying yes I was, and she said she'd write my name in. After my first college class, I was so excited that I had made it through.

Here's where the tables turned. As I was leaving the classroom, an email appeared on my phone from another professor saying that she missed me in class this morning and attached some assignments so I could catch up for next time. Uh oh.

Apparently, my schedule changed and my class moved buildings. It just so happened that I ended up in the exact same class with a different teacher. I was mortified. I called my mom crying saying that I hated college and wanted to go home. But after feeling sorry for myself, I realized that this really wasn't such a big deal. I emailed my teacher explaining what happened, and I got the whole situation figured out.

This was a pretty bad way to start off the year. However, I made a great comeback. I had an awesome year, in and out of the classroom. And don't worry, I checked my schedule right before my first class of the second semester to make sure this didn't happen again.