Ah, yes, the first day of class. Did everyone enjoy themselves?

As I walked into the first of my three classes, I was amused to find that it was nearly just what I had expected. People were lining up outside of the doors at least fifteen minutes earlier than their class was scheduled to begin. We were all anxious, tired, and on time. The class was a stereotypical lecture hall set-up, which I was surprised at. I wasn’t aware that this is actually how it goes. Students shuffling in, making awkward conversation with whomever we ended up sitting next to. The murmur of voices died down as soon as the professor began writing on his blackboard, noting his name, degree, email, etc. I haven’t seen a blackboard since the nineties. You’d think they would’ve updated that by now.

We were given a list of his expectations, reminding us that this wasn’t high school, so we’d better snap out of it, blah, blah, blah.

I had to wait another hour and a half before my next class. This time, it was an even bigger lecture hall, with even more people, with very little number of any means of air circulation in site. I was trapped.

This professor had slight accent in her voice, and as I was attempting to determine her origin, she announced she was from Sveeeeeden. The guy next to me and whispered in a smart-alek tone that he was thinking she was Dutch. Well la-dee-da, look who’s all ready for college. Making somewhat of an attempt of a reply, I whispered through my teeth that I was thinking she was from somewhere in that general area. Boy, he sure thought I was a genius. I just should'nt have said anything. Maybe that’s just me overreacting. However, I was not in any way over reacting the other night when this old man corrected me on the material that the stair case in the library was made of. “Logan, c’mon, stop staring at the concrete,” (my friend Logan used to be in the concrete business. Exciting, eh?) To which I heard a nasty remark by another smart-alek man descending the stairs, “It’s stone”.

Ugh. Whatever. I may’ve had a brain fart, but that doesn’t mean I’m an idiot. Besides, who cares whether it’s stone or concrete?

That’s my little bitter remark of the day.

Oh yeah, my other class was good.

This is Caitlin, signing off.

-c