First Day

Today was my first day of college.

Yippidee freakin doo.

I woke up about 7:45 because I wanted to get ready in time to make the bus that comes at 9:11 and I wasn't sure if it was the right bus or if it was going to come early or not, so I wanted to be out there by like 8:50. Yes, I am my grandpa's granddaughter. Today I am anyway.

So I get to the bus stop after going down to the stoplight when I realize that there is a crosswalk right in front of the entrance to my apartments and it is HOT. The sun is blaring and it is soooo hot. I get on the bus, and it is PACKED. PACKED and HOT are not a good combination. I start sweating and feel like I am just a fountain of sweat and it's nasty. I feel like Brenden Fraser in "Bedazzled" when he's the basketball player.

I get off the bus, take out my handy map that I printed out and highlighted so I could see where I was going (freshman, you know) and I find my computer class very successfully. The other class is still going on so I figure ok, it should be out soon, I'll just chill here on the floor. I take out my cell phone, it's 9:27. My class didn't start for another 33 minutes. I WAS SOO FREAKIN EARLY. I HATE BEING EARLY. So i just sat there for the longest time. Still sweating. Kind of embarrassing.

I go to my first three classes and they're good. They don't seem too hard and it's going pretty good. My flexibility teacher said that every class we are going to stretch for 20 minutes and then take a 10 minute power nap. WHAT!!!!!! A class where you take a freakin nap?!?!?!?! AWESOME. Especially since I have American Heritage after that. Yikes.

American Heritage was what I expected. There was a reading I was supposed to do that I didn't do because it was in the packet that I didn't open because the lady told me not to unwrap anything until I go to class because the teacher could change something!! Whatever. And it was filled with a bajillion students and the seats were narrow and my hips are wide and it was in general not very fun.

I come out, and walk to the Wilkinson center, knowing that my parents are there to say goodbye. I didn't want to break down in front of everyone so I hold it in as best as I could. I get to the car, and they have some tacos al pastor for me!! CAN THEY MAKE THIS ANY HARDER?!?! I get in the car, explain about my classes and then we get to my apartment. Here we go.

I pick up my boxed up tacos, open the door and step out.

Mom-"Well, we're going to say goodbye."

Steph-"What?!"-kidding, very well knowing this was THAT time.

I give my dad a hug as he says how sad he is and fakely cries (just to hide his real feelings. like father like daughter). Then I give my mom a hug and let a couple tears fall. I didn't want to explode right there. I wave goodbye, walk up the stairs with my tacos, get into my dorm, set down my purse, and...

WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Yeah. I sat there eating my tacos al pastor just sobbing. Very sad. So yeah, I basically cried on and off for the rest of the day, went to Aunt Katie's house, and got a crying hug and walk from Mariana. It helped.

So that was my first day. Right on.

Oh yeah and,

College sucks by the way.