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School Starts . . . . WHEW!

Whew! What an an exhuasting yet strangely invigorating past two days I’ve had. I know. That’s contradictory. But there has been a lot of stuff thrown at me, therefore, exhausting in some ways. But yet, I like all the stuff a lot. My classes are awesome! (Except one, but it’s okay.) So that’s why it’s invigorating. I’m going at a faster speed . . .

A story about school today. And I’m sorry, but school is the only thing on my mind right now, so you get to hear about it.

I went to my first two classes, which were great (go adolescent literature!). Then I go to my third. I knew like half the people there from my other philosophy classes, and we were talking and I was getting food on my face because I was eating lunch. I was having a grand time.

The teacher comes in, and hands the syllabus, and I look at it. Hmm. That isn’t that right title. I turn to the girl next to me, “What classroom number is this?”

“134.”

Oh. I should have been in 132.

So I had to leave this class with such great people (seriously, the entire philosophy club presidency was in that class. It was fun). As I left, someone said, “You should stay in this class instead.” I laugh.

I go next door, where another philosophy class has begun. I walk in. The teacher is rambling. And rambling. For an hour and twenty minutes, the class never goes anywhere. He doesn’t have his syllabus. He has an accent, which isn’t too hard to understand, but it gets a little difficult after a while.

I want to leave the entire class period and go next door.

So what do I do?

As soon as the class ended, I race out the door, go to the computer lab, add the class next door, drop the class I was originally in, and then I race back to the classroom to hopefully pick up a syllabus for my newly added class. The professor was still there, gave me a syllabus, told me what to read.

“Now, you didn’t change because I told you should stay in here?” she asked.

“No. I want to be in here,” I said back. Because I did. The class suited me a lot better.

I was spontaneous today. I am very grateful that I ended up in the wrong class, because it meant that I got in the better class. Now I have to buy two more textbooks and figure out what to do with the five I have that are no longer needed . . .

I’m still sane, after going to all my classes. Hoping to keep it that way.

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