But, today my blissful "travelling across the country for the summer" days came to a screeching halt the moment the alarm sounded. Back to reality it chimed. Those happy summer days are now mere vague blissful memories to be stored in your overcrowded mind it mocked. I sat up and thought... well might as well get started on my second year of college. Last year I was petrified. I had no idea what to do or where to go or who to see. This morning I woke up cool, calm, and collected. No need for a massive cup of coffee. Nope this year I went caffeine free my first day. I got up, got ready, caught a hug from Dad before he went on his run, went in, kissed Mum goodbye, and headed out the door. No.. first day of school pictures, no special breakfast, new supplies, new outfit, no hugs from my parents as they dropped me off at school. Nope. Not this year. This year was no fanfare. Just the way I like it. I walked out to my car all alone, no one standing at the door waving goodbye. I got into the car and drove to school. This year I walked in being like "Ya, I know where I'm going. I know where I need to be. Hey! I know you and oh! I need to talk to you! And yes! Look who found a parking spot and got to class early."
I found my first classroom, I had never been on the first floor for classes. I met some nice people. I wanted to start this year out with a bang. I thought stats at 8:30 in the morning would sufficiently allow me to have that euphoric feeling of knowing how doomed I would be this entire semester. It was a great feeling let me tell you. I wasn't very nervous. Somehow this whole second year college thing had really grown me into an outgoing- I will talk to whoever in my class- kind of girl. Stats was entirely too boring. I hate the teachers who are all, "Now that we have finished going through the syllabus let's dive into the material." I am thinking, "Oh let's not! This is the first day back! Ease us in slowly please." But no. We dove right in to defining technical statistic terms. Oh the joys. What I will do to be educated. We finally finished the class. And I bolted. Okay. Kidding. I didn't. I calmly walked out.
Second class of the day. Spanish. Old hat. Same teacher as last semester. This will be a piece of cake. Walked to the class, walked in, and BOOM! What do I see? A sea of familiar faces! Well, not a sea of them. But there were only four people in the entire room I had not had Spanish class with last semester. And I was like ohhhhhh yes!!! It's like a family reunion! It was an incredible feeling. We talked a little bit about our summer, and then we dove into reviewing. Uhhhh....buenas noches? No no no. Buenas dias! Ehehehe. No practico espanol this summer. (verano) Time to think. The beautiful thing is that mi profesora let us out a whole hour in a half early! Bless her little golden heart. (This is a 5 credit class so 2.5 hour classes, and yes it does get very long) Anyways, so out I walked from Spanish feeling confident as ever.
I walked to get books I had ordered from the bookstore. Wrong decision. Masses of students, most of them having no idea what they were doing. Oh. And did I mention the long line? Hm. Oh, well it was long. I got up, grabbed my books, and got away. Basically uneventful.
So, here it is. The end of the first day of school. I have my homework for stats completed (ya it is THAT kind of class. Who gives homework the first day of school?!?!?) and I have English and music and biology to conquer tomorrow. I feel great. This is going to be a huge workload but I must say, stellar first day of school. And I decided I needed a first day of school picture, so since everyone was sleeping when I left, I got one taken after I had survived the day! Anyone else have first day of school experiences, good or bad, you want to share? Write below and I would love to read about it!
The person who survived first day of school,
Sarah
First Day of School Picture
A "Si" cup with me makes me "Happy, happy, happy"
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