Wednesday, August 17, 2011

The unfortunate incident that occurred on my first day of school

So here's what happened.

7:45 A.M.   I decide to set my alarm for this time. My first class doesn't start until 9:30 but since it was the first day of college, I didn't want anything to happen that might hinder me from getting to class on time. Especially my art history class. I've heard some things about the professor that really make me want to stay on her good side, including having a nice first impression. So after getting ready, eating breakfast and packing up my backpack, I have plenty of time to kill before making my way up to Biggin Hall.

9:05 A.M    For those of you who are unfamiliar with Auburn's campus (I could very well be included in this group), Biggin Hall is right across from Toomer's Corner at the very outskirts of campus. It's about a 15 or 20 minute walk from where I live so I leave my dorm at 9:05 so I can find my class once I get to the building and get a good seat.

9:15 A.M.    The main stretch of sidewalk to Biggin is at a gradual incline. While I am making my trek up this hill, I get a little bored so I decide to look over my schedule.
Art History----check
Biggin Hall----check
9:00 A.M - 9:50 A.M -----...........
I think I stopped breathing. At this point, all I can think of is the email my professor sent us about how if we aren't in her class on the first day, we will be dropped from the roll so those on the waiting list can take our spot.
Cue power walk.
The sidewalk is right next to the main road so I'm sure I got a few laughs as people driving by watched a distressed freshmen walk/run up a rather long stretch of hill.

9:20 A.M.     I burst through the doors of the building and run down the stairs to where my classroom is. When I open the door, the lights are out. Good. Maybe class is cancelled. ....Of course not. A slideshow is up on the screen and a very small lady who looks like she fixed her hair by sticking her finger in a light socket is teaching. I awkwardly whisper sorry after about 50 heads turn my direction and take my seat.

I'm hoping this woman can't remember faces or just couldn't see me in the dark classroom. I might wear a hat Friday just to be sure.

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