First Day

First day of class...Need I say more...well I will any way. So right off the bat I wake up at 7:10 thinking, I missed my alarm and am late, I rush out the door. Half way to my class I realized that my alarm was set for 7:30, so I could make it to my 8am class, thus making me EARLY very very early. So I do what any level headed college student would I eat. mmmm sausage egg and cheese sandwiches (they must put crack in those things). After my nice leisurely meal I head off to class and sit down ten min early with the only other student in the room. We converse and the time passes nicely. Fifteen minutes later and a few more students, (for those of us doing the math *5min after the class is to start) we find out the room has been changed. A walk down the hall and plenty of staring eyes later I’m in the right class sitting down just in time to hear about our first paper which is due on Friday. An hour crawls by. Next class I’m sure were in the right place after all there are 20 plus students sitting around me. WRONG. Ten minutes after that class was supposed to begin we learn that yet again the school has decided to fake us out send us to a phantom room. A short jaunt across campus, past the squirrels frolicking, behind the lovers fondling, and between two women who should not be allowed to wear spandex while riding their bikes which appear to have lost their seats to the cavernous depths of their bulbous asses, we finally reach our destination to hear our jack ass instructor get pissy with us for going to the class that our schedules advise us to. !Asshole! Now I’m back in my room wondering if my next class will be just as much of an adventure to get to...my guess is yes. We can send a man to the moon but we can’t schedule a single measly class right. Melodramatic? Yes. But I don’t care it’s my first day of class...so I can cry if I want to!