Today is the first day of my fourth semester.
I over slept. I toss my shirt over my head and throw on the first sweater I can find. I run into the bathroom and pop a mint.
There’s no time to brush my teeth. This will have to do.
I sprint towards the only academic building I’m completely unfamiliar with, trying to locate room 129.
Walking into my nine thirty with a hand on my chest, I attempt to slow the breathing.
I sit back and pick eye buggers out of my lashes for lack of washing my face.
This is not the first day of school outfit I had planned.
My only two friends in class are sitting at opposite ends of the room. I’m too late to niche pick.
I relax in my chair.
The professor begins his introduction, “Welcome to Abnormal Psychology!”
“Wait,” I pause, “this isn’t Measurement and Evaluation?”
After about twenty minutes of sitting through foreign material and undergoing a mini panic attack, our professor finally realizes that he’s teaching the wrong class.
We all ease up and laugh with him.
“An interesting start,” I think to myself.