So today ended up being my first day of actual classes. I had some scheduling conflicts (and alarm clock conflicts) that have since been resolved.
My first class was British Literature 2. It was with a professor I have never had before, and I was unusually nervous for some reason. Anyway, there was a girl standing outside of the classroom with me, and I asked her if she had British Lit 2 in this room at 2:30 and she was like, “HEY!!! YEAH!” A little twitch of terror went through my body at first because she was so excited that I asked her a question, but it soon subsided. She goes on to say, “So what did you get in the…ugh…you know…” and gestures towards a classroom on the other side of the hallway. Turns out that that classroom was where I had my Non-Western World Lit class last semester. Then, suddenly it hit me that she was in that class with me, and that is the reason she was so “OMFG” about me asking her a question. So I figure everything out in my head at the same exact instance, to which I reply, “Oh yeah…I actually got an A in it,” and gave a polite smile.
So her “OMFG” attitude dimmed to a frown and then just as quickly back to a smile and she says, “Oh really!?!??!!?! I freaking failed it! I didn’t even go to the final, it was at like 8am, and I’m like fuck this.”
It doesn’t process in my head what she is saying because the whole time she was just talking to me, my eyes were fixed on her shirt which read, “You looked better on MySpace.” Still completely amazed that someone would have the audacity to wear a shirt like that, I followed her in to the room and recounted what she had just said to me.
So, class started and it seems like it is going to be a pretty difficult class. I end up sitting next to her, and being in a group with her. We had to take the book that 1 out of 5 of us had, and answer questions on this sheet that the professor handed out to us. Fittingly, she had the book. So, she looked for the answers. The first question asked, “What is the time period of Romanticism.” You know…dates.
As in numbers.
After about 10 minutes of no one talking, I sit there (annoyed mind you because I don’t have a book and can’t find the answers myself…not to mention the wireless wasn’t working in the room so I couldn’t even get my iBook out and Google the shit) and notice that she started to write something. Naturally, everyone in the group looked up to see what she was writing. One guy asked, “Oh so, like, what did you get for the time period of Romanticism.”
I look down at her paper, and she has written (and I swear to God people, I don’t make this shit up),
“What the hell does that mean?” mumbles the scary bush faced man behind me that was in my group.
“Well I don’t know, I was just looking through the preface [pronounced pree-face] and…it just looks right. I don’t know it just looks right,” she says with confidence.
I couldn’t believe it. What does this mean? I couldn’t even come to a hypothesis about what she was writing. It asks for dates and she writes “Romantic Mountains!?!?!”
Finally by the mercy of God, the professor was ready to discuss answers before I started embarassing this girl by laughing in her face. She definitly made my first day of classes to say the least.