The title makes reference to this entry.
Everything went wrong the first day! >o< No, really it did.
I woke up way too early. I was compulsively checking my email to see if there was anything posted in the morning to see if they were a jerk ass prof. Because telling me to read a chapter in a book 3 hours before class can be a jerk ass move. I wasn’t that hungry either I’m not sure if it was nerves or something else. I really had to force myself to eat breakfast. I was going to pack a lunch, but it didn’t fit in the backpack. I might have packed too much stuff, but only because I was not sure what to pack. I’m having a hard time configuring this new backpack.
I left about 90 minutes too early. I was falling asleep in the bus. I should have downed a caffeinated soda before I left.
I’m having a lot of problems with this new backpack. The straps feel strange. They are wider and feel like they are all up in my armpits.
I had to wait somewhere from 20-30 minutes for a bus pass.The people in line seemed whiny and fidgety. More than usual for this place. When I go to get it I get told I have the wrong one again. This is the 2nd time this has happened to me! Maybe there is something wrong with my student ID? Right after I get the bus pass it starts to rain.
I couldn’t find the room because I accidentally read the paper backwards and saw “41” instead of “14”. The backpack was so heavy my shoulders were starting to hurt. It was a throwback to jr. high and high school with the heavy ass backpacks. I did eventually find the class.
I accidentally ignored somebody, and I got mistaken for a man. O-o by them. In my defense I was playing Sailor Moon Drops. I was in the Sailor Moon Drops zone. A lot could probably be going on around me and I’d never notice while playing that game.
She comes and sits next to me. She had a stinky lunch including a hard boiled egg. Her lunch was warm I’m not sure how she kept it warm though. It was steaming. I was still feeling nauseous, but it wasn’t because of the stinky lunch. I tried to eat some gummi bears to eat something.
When it was time to go to class I was waiting by the door. I was in professor hunt mode. I needed to see what they looked like. Usually the older ones are a little more out there. I mean old like around my parents age late 50s to mid 60s. I know it’s bad to be ageist like that. And well a professor dresses like a professor usually. They stand out among the sea of hoodies and jeans that the students usually wear.
I tried to sit in the front of the room to hide that I need glasses.
He asks somebody sitting in front of me to introduce themself. My ears perk up. I totally know that voice! That’s my old scene partner. I just didn’t want her to be all chummy with me. I don’t hate her or anything. She’s more extroverted. Maybe I didn’t notice her when everybody was crowded around the door plus it was raining at the time. Or I didn’t recognize her because she was wearing a hat. Didn’t she wear a hat before?
Then he asks me to introduce myself. Why do I always get picked for these type of things? Then I always think it’s somebody else.He liked to hear that I’m a communications major. They like to find their own kind. You know other communications people.
He said we have to do group work, but we can fire people if they don’t pull their weight. I know she might see me as a slacker but I was out of my element and she was in hers. Well at least that annoying guy is not in there yelling random comments every time something else pops into his head. So that puts me a little more at ease. Maybe she didn’t recognize me. I’ve moved on from eating licorice to gummi bears.
He said the portal was broken so we could not print out our syllabus. It really was broken I thought it was just me. I thought it was broken all weekend. He tells us we have to print out our own stuff. Ok so now the 2nd person.
He talked to me about the book I bought. Since I was the only person who had a copy on me. He said I could use it and I do not have to buy another different copy.
Too bad he gave us a short 7 minute break. I needed to do a lot of stuff. Like go to the toilet, but I never got the chance. I had to hold it for the rest of class. I ate the rest of my gummi bears.
We had to do this speed dating activity. When we did I thought about Shawn, Gus, Lassie and Juliet when they all investigate speed dating in the Psych episode “He Loves Me, He Loves Me Not, He Loves Me, Oops He’s Dead”. By then I was so hungry I could have went for some “Blarney Stone fajitas” and that ugly green popcorn they have in the episode.
I met somebody who likes Monster High, and another person who didn’t like coffee. People love to hear about me being an only child. I still don’t get why that is a novelty. I still think multiple birth people are like twins. I don’t like doing these things because I get really sweaty and nervous when I have to meet other people. I could feel myself getting sweaty and flustered.
We had this assignment about saving people on a life boat, but they all have unredeeming qualities. I used my inner Harry Stone to get the assignment done. I had a silly thought “Night Court is on right now.” I remember I had a similar assignment way back when I was a freshman at CSUF, but it was something about surviving on the moon. It’s one of those devil’s advocate thinking backwards assignments. I did poorly because I used Earth reasoning. I felt so STUPID!
The worse part was he kept us in there the whole 3 hours. X0X @0@ So that really sucked. I’m not sure how i feel about him. He is weird even weirder than my old speech teacher. But I’m not sure how to react to that yet. I had no idea when the bus was coming. The website for the bus froze on my phone. It was just the bus company’s website and not any others, so I knew it was not my phone. Now I’ll have to get some printouts. Sometimes old school stuff is better. The bus was so crowded. I hope it will thin out within a month or so which would be 3-4 classes on my schedule.
I came back home tired and in pain.
If I could describe myself in one word regarding my secret hobby it would be “floundering”. It just seems like every time I try and do something it is met with such resistance. They are all out to humiliate and criticize me. What’s the point why bother?