So out of my six semesters in college, I have managed to get every single first day wrong. I've provided a recap at my expense to hopefully warn you of things not to do.
Fall 2014
Bright eyed and bushy haired, I made my way to what would be my very first class of college ever, Psychology. I was nervous, but my advisor assured me that it was better to get all prerequisites out of the way so I trotted along to my class room early. It was open with no light on so I decided to wait on a bench outside. I double checked the printed schedule I'd saved from orientation. I was the right room, but not a single soul had shown up early. Surely the professor wouldn't cancel on the first day? I checked my school email to find out that the professor had quit last minute! Luckily, I could sign up for another class free of late fees, but I still resent that guy for making me get out of bed before 9 a.m.
Spring 2015
Spring semester is normally hellishly cold and everyone is pulling themselves out of bed with the last shred of willpower they have left. In Alabama however, the temperatures were so mild that I found a tiny flower on the ground that I decided to wear it in my hair. I sat down in between two girls who were always on their phones in Spanish. As I was getting out my text book to review a small bright green caterpillar fell from my head. The girl next to me put me on her snap chat! I was mortified.
Fall 2015
I started taking more online classes this year so I could work and go to school, but I still had to come to class for testing. I was running late to my computer science midterm because I went to get coffee before hand. Reminding you that I had never met anyone in this class in person before, and hopefully, I will never see them again. I come into the testing room, and before my teacher could finish her sentence about no food and drink allowed I stumbled and fell on top of my coffee. It was all over the carpeted floors, and all over my top. It burned, but not as much my face did from how red it was.
Spring 2016
This one went either completely normal or so bad I blocked it from my memory.
Fall 2016
I had a class with my ex-boyfriend who I was fortunate to sit right beside. I can't exactly repeat what our fight was about, but just know we made everyone around us pretty uncomfortable by whisper fighting about friends who took my side of the break-up, why we broke up, if we were getting back together, etc. I want to bury that semester in the middle of my brain's desert.
Spring 2016
My most recent semester. Surely I have got this under control by now, right? I can read my schedule, and not be late right? Wrong. I show up to class and I am the last person to show up so, clearly, I take a seat in the front row. When the professor shows up she starts talking about herself more than anything. a good fifteen minutes go by before she passes out the syllabus and I realize I'm in the wrong class! I awkwardly try to make an exit as she states loudly, "Oh where are you going?"
"Wrong class. Right building at least." At least I go a few laughs out of my embarrassment that time.
