Review: First Week of School

My first day of school was not great. Somehow, even after checking the building abbreviations to make sure I went to the right place, I still sat in a dark and empty classroom for ten minutes in Winston on Wednesday morning, wondering where everyone was, before someone came along and told me that my class was actually in Withers. I don't know how I messed that up. Luckily, I was only five minutes late for class. Unluckily, the class was an upper-level Spanish class, and I haven't taken Spanish in a few years, and I don't remember how to conjugate into all the verb tenses, and I don't even remember how to say what time it is.

Later on Wednesday, I went to go to my piano class at 12:25. I got there a little early, so I started talking to this guy. Russ? Rich? Randy? It's a little fuzzy, but I have a feeling it started with an R. Anyway, R and I were talking about things, typical things like our majors and how much school we have left, and atypical things like how we're both reading Atlas Shrugged, and I asked him how he liked Beginning Piano I. He said, this is Beginning Piano I. And I checked my schedule, and my Beginning Piano II class started at 10:15. I was two hours late. I don't know how I messed that up, either.

Thursday went much better than Wednesday. I managed to be in all the right places at all the right times -- minor victory! Funny story: as I was waiting for my Arthurian Legends class to begin, I started listening to the conversations going on around me, and I overheard the person behind me, holding up his textbook and pointing, say to the person sitting next to me: "Look! They have the edition of Sir Gawain and the Green Knight that Tolkien edited! Awesome!" And I thought, "Oh, man. What losers." And simultaneously, "That is so cool." Apparently I'm a dork at heart, but I'm a dork that feels superior to other dorks.

My conclusion is, I think this semester is going to be alright. I think that in part because I'm dropping the upper-level Spanish class, meaning I don't have to desperately try to re-learn the Spanish I should already know, and also it means that I don't have any classes at all on Mondays and Fridays. Right now I'm waiting for Enrollment to open so I can drop it for good. Drop it like it's hot. I woke up at 6:00 and came downstairs and immediately started searching for a class that I could take instead of the Spanish class (I didn't want to lower the number the number of hours I'm taking this semester), with the knowledge that if I didn't find one, I would have to go to Spanish, without having taken a shower first, and without my homework done. Thank goodness, I found another English class, so I don't have to go to Spanish at all ever again.