An Interesting Start

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.