….is on fire.
Here is how my day panned out.
8:15a.m. – Woke up to my alarm clock playing Outkast. It was exciting, but now I don’t remember which song it was because they all sort of sound the same. I thought that this is going to be a great day. I walked out of my room and looked outside and it was beautiful. I can see about 10 miles east out of my sliding glass doors in my apartment (pictures and video coming soon) and for miles and miles all it was, was blue sky with puffy white clouds marching by in perfect intervals. It was exciting.
8:30a.m. – Was dressed and ready to go. Matt and I left the apartment because he and I have our fist class on Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays together. It’s Art Appreciation. We barely said anything to each other on the ride there. I am not sure if it was because we were too nervous, too excited, or too both. Either way, we were on our way.
9:00a.m. – Art Appreciation starts and Matt and I are 2 out of probably 150 people that are wondering why we are taking this class. Either way, the first class was exceptionally boring, and after it, I wondered if I would end up appreciating art more, or less? Matt says, “less.”
9:55a.m. – Art Appreciation let out 5 minutes ago, and I am walking to the PRT because I have French 101 downtown. All is well, and I am crammed in to a tiny PRT car, with a porcelain skinned freshman girl with a map in her hand, and a bushy Sasquatch-esque older gentleman talking about how he wishes his literature class would include Lord of the Rings. Suddenly, Outkast came to mind and I was humming “Bombs Over Baghdad” in my head even though I knew that wasn’t the song that was on the radio this morning.
10:13 or 14a.m. – I walk down to a building labeled Clark Hall of Chemistry. My schedule says I should be in Clark Hall, room 320 for French 101 so I assumed this was the one. Confused and feeling that if I didn’t find the correct building by 11:30 incontinence would be setting in, I walked around the perimeter of Clark Hall of Chemistry looking for some sign that would just say “Clark Hall.” I didn’t find it, so I just decided to go up to room 320 and walk by and listen and see whether people were speaking French…in this here Hall of Chemistry.
10:17 or 18a.m. – I am up on the third floor of Clark Hall of Chemistry, and walking past room 320. I hear a man talking about bonds and nuclei, and I suddenly became flustered.
10: oh I dunno…25a.m. – I find myself sitting in the hallway outside of room 320 waiting for it to let out (an hour from now) and just hoping that this is where I am supposed to be, and sooner or later other French students would be arriving (hopefully speaking in English so that I can ask them where the hell I am).
So I sit, and I sit, and I sit, and I eat a Rosemary & Olive Triscuit (which are absolutely amazing), and I sit and I sit, and the guy in the stock room I was sitting across from, decides to slam the stock room door so that I shit myself, and I sit, and I sit, and I sit.
11:00a.m. or so – Finally people start showing up (talking in English thank God) and are asking other people that are waiting if they are there for French 101 and if they are in Clark Hall. Suddenly, I don’t feel as uncomfortable. I started listening in to this girl’s conversation about where she was from for some mild form of entertainment, since I had been sitting around for about an hour, when suddenly a large blast from the end of the hallway paused the conversation. Out of nowhere a group of Chinese or Japanese (I can’t tell a difference…is that racist?) people come storming down the hallway laughing and carrying on. However they were also screaming Japanese or Chinese words at an extremely fast rate, as if each of them had voice modulation disorder. Everyone in the hallway was frozen, and staring at this crew of Chinese or Japanese folks that seemed to be having the time of their life at 11:00a.m. on the first day of classes, in Clark Hall of Chemistry. Everyone looked confused, and slightly annoyed. I, on the other hand, tipped my hat below my eyes and laughed.
11:28a.m. – People start standing up to walk in to their respective classes, and noting that the girl that was talking about where she was from also mentioned she was there for French 101, I followed her in to 320 to my delight.
11:30a.m. on the dot – Things begin to get ugly. I sit down in one of the back, center chairs and watch as the professor (tall, blonde hair, Cro-magnum looking face, and what seems to be a remedial accent) sits his briefcase down on the table. He goes to the chalk board and begins writing what seem to be directions, in French. He says, “Welcome to French 101. Unlike today, each other day will-a be conducted entirely in French. I will now begin to call roll.” Then suddenly that feeling of incontinence works it’s way back inside of me. ENTIRELY IN FRENCH!? Are you kidding me? I had never had a class of French in my life. This is supposed to be Elementary French.
11:32a.m. – The two other guys and I got up and walked out of the class by instruction of the professor who said, “You are more than welcome to stay, otherwise good luck finding your class.”
11:33a.m. – I get pissed off that I just sat there for an hour and a half for nothing.
11:45a.m. – I get to the Beechurst PRT station to find 50 or so people waiting to get back up to the Engineering station. No big deal, beacuse luckily all of them paid no regard to the capacity information, because two cars later I was on my way back to Evansdale.
12:00p.m. – I walk down to CAC to wait for Matt who gets out of his class at 1:30. Yes, folks, that’s right, I will be sitting on my ass yet again for another hour and a half. This sit proved more entertaining.
12:15p.m. – A larger than usual woman walks by with a purple shirt, and a trash can full of…well…trash. I take out my phone, and begin capturing video of her. The video is narrated by me saying things like, “Oh yeah…” and “Shake it!” I later replayed the video on my phone and laughed hysterically. It turned out this was the most exciting part of my day.
So, I sat, and sat, and sat, and sat…
12:50 – Maria shows up in the lobby that I was sitting in just before she heads to her 1:00 class. It was fun because I haven’t had a chance to talk or see her besides when I watched the marching band practice last week. She’s a nice girl.
1:35 – I meet up with Matt, now that he is finally done his lesson, and we walk to his car. I tell him everything that you have just read.
In conclusion, today was very uneventful minus the couple of minutes of video I captured on my phone. Yay for WVU! 🙂