A Tale of Four Classes and a Bus: My First Day of College

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A Tale of Four Classes and a Bus: My First Day of College

It started out like any other day I suppose… Except now I’m a college kid who has to drag my lazy self to class all the way on the other side of campus by myself! Which is quite a run-on sentence, I realize, but don’t worry. It was a run-on day as well. My first class was Introduction to Theatre. Seems simple enough right? The class starts at nine in the morning and is clear across campus from my dorm so I decide to give myself at least ten minutes to get there. Naturally since it is theatre class and the building listed is C/T I assume that means it is in the campus theatre. Would that not make sense? So I walk up to the doors. They are locked. Great! I’m so early the teacher isn’t even here yet! Riiiiiiight… So I waited with a few other people who were supposedly in theatre… Until this nice man in a nice truck said very nicely… “That isn’t where theatre class is… It’s the next building.” Which is even FURTHER from my dorm! So we finally found it, went to class, our teacher is great, and everything was fine. Lesson I learned: Know where the class is PRIOR to the first day…

Next class of the day was something they call University Seminar, which is basically a success course for freshman. Now this class I knew was in a building that’s separate from the rest of the campus. As in, down the street, across the highway, over the river, and through the woods. Therefore, not a walkable distance. But never fear! There are shuttle buses you can take to get there! Except one small problem, I’m not entirely sure where the bus stop is nor when it will be there. So I go to where I think it will be and wait. I have less than five minutes until the class starts and I don’t see a bus. I wait some more. Class has started. No bus. So as usual, I get impatient. I walk to another spot that I heard someone say is one place the bus stops at on the other side of campus. No sooner am I halfway to the other spot when the bus pulls up to where I had been waiting. Blegh. I keep walking anyway. I am a few yards away from where the bus is suppose to stop and I see it coming. At this rate I should only be five minutes late to class. The bus pulls up and I kid you not, opens it’s doors for a grand total of three seconds then slams them shut and drives away. Without me. -____- Needless to say I caught the next one. And was consequentially twenty minutes late. Luckily my professor was totally ok with it and the only thing I missed was them changing classrooms and handing out get-to-know-you papers. Lesson l learned: Know where the bus stops are and what time they are suppose to be there…

Like that age old saying, “What leaves campus, must come back to campus.” This time, I caught the bus just in time and was EARLY to my next class: Introduction to the Old Testament. Thankfully I actually knew someone in this class so I could walk in and sit right down. Zero problems. Zero awkwardness. Lesson I learned: It makes things so much easier if you know at least two people in your class.

One more class. I can do this… Or not. Funny how that phrase: “The Bus waits for no one” is so true. Because it doesn’t. Yep, next class was also off campus and I missed the bus. Again. And was also twenty minutes late. Again. But this time I wasn’t so lucky. After the class was over, the professor announced that anyone who was late needed to come see him after class. The guy sitting in front of me turned around, looked at me, and laughed as I groaned “Called out.”

The rest of the day was quite uneventful. THANK GOODNESS! Here’s hoping your first day of the next chapter of your life isn’t as ridiculous as mine 🙂

Have a wonderful weekend!
Rachel Ellington