Monday, August 25, 2008

Let's Talk About.....My first day of school

So: Senior Year--i HAVE to graduate in May so I HAVE to complete all the requirements...which shouldn't have been a problem until about 3 weeks ago when they let me know that one of the classes I was signed up for was dropped due to personal reasons of the teacher. No big deal, I thought. Yet here I am, hours after my first two classes contemplating which course can replace the one that had fit so perfectly into my amazingly convenient--yet unplanned-- schedule. It's true that I was here a week before classes started but anyone who knows me knows that I am not one to jump at the chance of doing work. Yes, I enjoy my free time and I enjoy it well and I am so not ashamed to admit it. I. Am. Lazy. and I enjoy being that way.

So on to my day: My first class today seems like it's going to be really great except for the teacher whose voice happens to be so calming and soft that it makes me want to sleep. He...talks...very....slowly...and went over....the entire syllabus....during....our first...meeting. I will definitely need to bring coffee with me every day during that class. Once the teacher let us out not-a -minute before the end of class (yes, he read the 3 page syllabus the entire hour and a half of the class and I'm convinced he dragged it out so we couldn't get out early) then I left for my next class: Chemistry. Now this is a big class, maybe like 3 or 400 people. I walk in, sit in the theater seating (near the front thank you) and immediately the two seats beside me are taken. Now I consider myself a relatively nice person; not at all intimidating which is why I can never have any elbow room if my life depended on it. I like my space and I don't mind having people sit next to me at all unless it's in cramped quarters like these theater seats. So the entire time in class I'm stuck with my hands in my lap and my shoulders pointed forward...for an hour and a half. I know I know I'm such a complainer but I have very broad shoulders for a girl so I wasn't exactly comfortable trying to listen to the teacher. But I think you get the point. I was talking to one of the girls sitting next to me. She seemed really sweet and I thought she would be nice as a lab partner. Then she asked me-nay-proclaimed the dreaded assumption: "'re a freshman, right?"

I don't even need to say anything about that. You can imagine how I felt. I just kind of smiled at her and said under my breath..."nope I'm a senior". And then thought in my head "but thanks for making my day". I had someone ask me at the bank this summer how old I was and then when I told them they said "no way, you look 14." I know this is gonna serve me wonderfully when I get older, but for now it really just aggravates me. I don't like looking like I'm in middle school when I'm about to get married in 9 months for goodness sake. Well enough venting for one night. This girl has a whole 'nother day of new classes tomorrow.

1 comment:

Katherine Klegin said...

ahhh hahahah. awww. poor little senior caroline. have fun in your last year...and just remember. the coach rule.