The first day of school, but not any first day. The first day of your junior year in college. Nothing too special about this day. In fact, at this point you get a little cocky because you know your way around. You are no part of the upper classmen. The world is your freaking oyster.
That was supposed to be what I felt like this morning.
I was pumped
I was ready
Looking mighty fine
Feeling good
In my element with my first class being in my major
Ready to get my learning on
But I had this feeling in my gut.
Something was wrong.
I look around at all the people sitting in the classroom with me
Don't lie, you can tell when someone is a freshman.
Everyone can.
I was sitting among a room full first years.
I was supposed to be in an upper level class, this didn't make sense.
So I turn to the girl next to me and ask what class this is.
"Intro to philosophy." She tells me with a smart mouth, looking all uppity with her nose in the air. (I visualized myself smacking her in that smart mouth.)
I was not in my education class.
Shit.
I can honestly tell you that I have never run faster in my life. I ran down to the first floor to the education department ask where my class is, then book it to the third floor where my class is currently in session. I have never needed to run up stairs like that and thank the freaking cows that I didn't not trip over myself and crash all the way back down those stairs. I would have hated the world, but thankfully my faith in the world is a little bit in tact still. I went to apologize after class for being late (Mind you this is the class that I sat in on when I came to visit the school and the professor remembered me. Oh joy.) and she told me she didn't even realize I had come in late. Apparently I have ultra ninja quiet abilities.
What a great start to the year.
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