He is extremely busy with new student orientation, ROTC activities, catching up on reading his syllabi, and playing random pickup games of basketball at the amazing recreation center on campus. I know, I know - all of these things are tremendously vital to his education. Although he is excited for his first day of class, my brother is more than a little bit nervous and definitely feeling overwhelmed. This got me to thinking about the experience I had as a freshman. I was feeling a bit nostalgic and started reminiscing about my first day of college classes.
In retrospect,
my first day of class at North Central College was utterly hilarious. What I experienced on my first day is like
something out of a bad sitcom, which probably got cancelled before it ever
aired. It went a little something like
this…
- 7:45am – Kristin wakes up, spends way
too long getting ready for class, then gathers her things and kisses mommy
goodbye (yes, I lived at home for my freshman year).
- 8:45am – Kristin stops to get gas because she forgot to fill up her tank the night before. *facepalm* #commuterprobs.
- 9:00am – Kristin gets into a car
accident en route to school (for those wondering, the accident is entirely her
fault).
- 9:01am- Kristin sobs and sobs until she has no more tears left in her body, then calls her father while wiping snot from her nose. She then has a conversation with the extremely ticked off female driver that she hit. “Did you call 9-1-1?” the lady immediately asks, sounding pretty irritated. I tell her the embarrassing truth with some hesitation: “I… uh, I just called my dad, actually…” Ticked off lady rolls her eyes and calls the cops, probably thinking that I am a stupid twenty-something without a job, still living at home.
- 9:20am – Kristin’s father, a bit
angry, arrives on the scene to relieve Kristin of the situation and to take
care of her poor, crushed up car (Kristin’s car is named Turtle). Poor Turtle.
- 9:25am – Kristin drives her father’s car the rest of the way to school. While driving, she calls the professor of her first class and tries to tell him, as casually as possible, that she just got into a car accident and will be late to his class. Her first class at North Central College. Ever. Late.
- 9:45am – Kristin arrives on campus
and must battle for a parking spot. She
attempts to parallel park in her father’s car, but feels slightly inadequate as
a driver and decides to park a block away from the school.
- 9:50am – Kristin deliberately goes to
the bathroom in Wentz concert hall lobby (because it’s always the emptiest bathroom)
and attempts to reapply her smudged make up.
She's still crying small tears of defeat. By this time, her hair is also looking pretty shabby, but she tries not
to think about it. One problem at a
time.
- 10:00am – Kristin arrives thirty minutes late to her first class, obviously humiliated. Because of the fact that this is an honors class, all of the students are engaged in a riveting discussion. When she walks in, the discussion halts for a brief minute. There are no open seats in the front, which means Kristin has so sit in the back, making her look like even more of a loser. Late. The back row. Honors class. Stellar.
- 10:30am – Class ends. Kristin flees the room.
You’ve heard
of Murphy’s Law? Well, it obviously
exists. Everything that could go wrong
DID go wrong.
Considering the
hardships I faced on my first day of classes, I’m pretty confident that my
brother’s experience went better than mine.
And if he complains to me about not being able to find his calculus
classroom, forgetting to print off a syllabus, or locking himself out of his
dorm room, I’ll happily remind him of the day when I walked into the first day
of an honors class thirty minutes late, looking like a hot mess.
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