BEDA 29: One's Got Class and the Other One Dyes

A thousand points if you can tell me what the title is from.

Today was the first day of classes, and I SO CALLED IT when I expressed how everything would be better when classes start. First of all, I LOVE my classes. Second of all, people talked to me today! Here is a step by step guide to my First Day of Real College. (No offense art school.)

8:00 am- Be woken up first by alarm then by a REALLY LOUD BANG from outside. I had a heart attack and thought it was a gunshot. But I think it was either the dumpster or something having to do with some kind of electrical transformer or something, I don't even know how that would work, but right after a lot of the power in the residence halls weren't working....

9:15 am- Begin my walk to class. It only takes about five minutes (I already knew where the building and where the class was) but I wanted to find out where I'm going to be getting coffee in the morning. Luckily I stumbled upon it and didn't have to go searching. I got my usual small black coffee, and I must say, it was particularly delicious. Not bitter and slightly nutty. (THAT'S WHAT SHE SAID.)

9:30 am- I go into my school's new building and it smells like a new house. I really hate that smell, but you get used to it. My first class is Intro to Voting Theory and the chairs are so comfortable and the professor has tattoos and a bowtie. He is amazing. The class is VERY interesting and I'm glad it counts as a math class. I've always thought the electoral college was interesting and I've always wanted to learn more about it; high school government was not enough. I also worked the polls for an August election last year. So I think voting is exciting.

10:15 am- Class gets out early, I go buy my textbook. Long line, but not too bad and the book was only $29. Probably the cheapest book I'll buy....

11:00 am- Start organizing my schedule and my homework. You heard that right, I started doing homework at 11 am. Goes to show how serious I am about my education this time around.

12:30 pm- Next class, Critical Methods of Literary Study. In the same building as earlier. The Whovian I met in the French Placement test is in this class (AS I SUSPECTED SHE WOULD BE). We got into groups (A part of me dies every time a teacher says "You're going to be getting into groups...) to discuss a poem and what it says about poetry. I totally kicked my group members' asses with my analysis. It helps that I analyze everything I read all the time, which I feel should be a requirement for every single English major. We need to be able to communicate clearly and effectively what we feel a text is trying to say. We're in college, we should be able to do this by now. It's just such a no brainer for me. I hope I don't sound like I'm bragging or anything. I just really like literature.

1:50 pm- Book it to my French class. I wasn't exactly sure to go because I registered for 101 but got placed in 201 but the classes are right next to each other so I went to where they would be.... The aforementioned Whovian was there as well (WHAT) and she is also in 201. I decided to attend that class and drop the other one. I feel this was the obvious choice. The Whovian was wearing a Deathly Hallows shirt today, and I a Great Gatsby. I told her I liked her shirt again. She told me she liked mine and that she really wanted the Catcher in the Rye one and I said that I did too. I think she might be my long lost twin. Even though she looks nothing like me....

2:45 pm- Leave class after successfull getting the signatures I need to add/drop the French classes and now all I need is my advisor's signature, whom I have not actually met yet. I wander over to where his office is to see if he was busy and he was so I wandered away awkwardly and went and bought some (freaking expensive) textbooks.

4:00 pm- Come back to my room and get organized and do the easiest of my homework. As a reward...

5:43 pm- Go to the dining hall! I got some tasty looking salad thing and some pita and hummus. I mixed things up today and sat at a two-person table on the OTHER side of the room! I did this because I saw someone else sitting alone over there, so I thought, I'll go be alone, too! So I'm sitting, eating, reading, and this kid comes up to me and asks to sit down. He does and asks me about my book. Turns out, he's READ IT. I haven't met anyone who's even HEARD of it. Then we continued to talk about our schedules and books and writing and Seattle.... Eventually I leave and before I go he asks for my number! khsdkfjhsdfkjhsekfbdnsdfmnsdfms. Whaaaaaat. I gave it to him and told him to text me so I have his. I leave and practically skip to Walgreens, where I needed to go to get highlighters and one of those accordion folder things.

And I've pretty much been in my room ever since then. Today was a really good day. Tomorrow I have History of World Civilizations (not excited to buy the books for that one) and French again and Literary Magazine. I also have some more stupid Fall Connections business. Ugh. I've integrated myself into Linfield society well enough. Leave me alone.

Days until Pumpkin Spice Latte returns: 8