Now that the dust has settled…

Actually, there was no dust because it rained all day on Monday, my first day back at school, and since I had to run all over campus, it was a very soggy, limp hair day kind of experience. No dust, though. And thank God because it would’ve just turned into mud.

I have 3 classes on Mondays, Wednesdays and Fridays:

French is my first class and it came with a little snafu on Monday. Apparently, they decided to change the room not just to a different room but to a whole different building. Unfortunately, they let us know via a post-it on the door. Me and 4 others didn’t see that itty bitty note until someone else coming in pointed it out. All of us were late getting to class after that. First day, first class and I’m late. Yay. But we kind of bonded over our dilemma so that was nice.

Algebra is in a lecture hall and I think this is to aid in preventing us from actually learning anything. I don’t like lecture halls. They’re huge, crammed with people, you can’t ask questions or really interact much, and I always leave feeling kind of abused. How can they teach math like that? I’m seriously not looking forward to this. Thankfully, Alec’s excellent at math so I sort of have a tutor all lined up. I know I’m going to need it since we don’t even get the professor teaching us, just his TA and she broke a ruler on the podium to get our attention.

I picked up Intro to Fiction Writing on a whim. It’s an elective for the English degree that I’m technically not supposed to take yet, but they let me in because I gave them a copy of Get Me In The Boat, Boys on a Train, and half of Splinters. The professor was all “You know you probably don’t need this class” and I said “Everyone can improve their craft.” {snicker} So I’m bringing the gay romance to my little writing class.

Then I have 2 classes on Tuesdays and Thursdays:

Bowling is a total mixed bag of people, so the people watching right there is fun. I’m not the only one worried about making a fool of myself, so that’s good too. NO ONE likes the bowling shoes and it’s a free-for-all with the balls. I went for the sparkly yellow one and then gutter-balled it six times It was a little farther down the lane each time it veered into the gutter, though. I’m the only lefty, but seriously, that does not mean you have to duck.

Archery was…interesting. The teacher there is cool, has ginormous biceps, and doesn’t expect any of us to hit a target until sometime in December. Maybe. So no pressure, right? Oh no, there’s pressure. You don’t want to be the one whose arrow snaps wildly up into the air and makes people run screaming. (Not me, btw.) One more reference to Katniss, though, and I’m going to stab someone. I might as well say now that I hate the concept of those books with children murdering children for a gameshow and I saw the movie under duress. I am NOT taking archery to be like that frickin’ chick and I’m hoping the 3 girls who are there for that reason drop out very soon

Anyway… So far, I’m liking MWF days way better than my athletic days, but it is nice to have a break between thinking days and doing days. Obviously, I’ve only had one class each so far (writing this Tuesday night), but I am hopeful that this will be a fun semester.