Okay so yesterday I was freakin out about my first day at UH. I didn’t have any of my books, didn’t have my laptop, and didn’t have any school supplies. I was not prepared. I was even freakin out about what I was going to wear! Okay, I know that sounds a little ridiculous, but come on! My entire career as a student, I have gone to private Catholic schools that required me to wear polyester shirts and jumpers that not only kept me itching and sweating in the hot sun that I had been forced to run around in for 20 minutes right after I devouring my Hal’s Catering, but this also deprived me of reason to acquire a closet filled with many articles of clothing which would suit a public school student’s daily routine of choosing an attire for the day to partake in educational lessons. So forgive me if I don’t know what to wear, because for 12 years I have had my outfit chosen for me against my will. I mean, I couldn’t even wear my own socks for Christ’s sake! An opportunity to choose what and how I wanted to wear my outfit with no one to stop me, why this had caught me off guard and hence my clothing crisis. Of course, I eventually found something to wear. Then the hard part came. Parking.
So, I get to school a little before 530 am (I know, WTF?!) and I drive around looking for street parking. Yeah, even thought I got there before the Sun did, the best I could do was a parking that was a 15 minute walk from school. Crap. I’m just too cheap to pay the $5/day fee to park in the structure, which by the way was still a far walk from my classes anyways, ugh.
Finding classes was easy. My first class was French. I ADORE my French Teacher: Madam Marie Michaud. She makes me want to make tea and eat biscuits. Second class was the computer section of my Math class. The teacher’s name is “Yoshi” and yeah he’s Asian. He seems like the Mario Party, dance and not care what everyone else thinks, occasional pot sucker, semi-drifter, rapper, everyday Japanese guy. Third class was Astronomy. Dr. R. D. Joseph. See, I don’t know if Joseph is his first or last name and if the R & D are also part of his name or another suffix for something in recognition to his rank. He has a buddah belly and needs a belt that will hold his pants up. Then I had a second math class with Dr. George R. Wilkens. He never did stop smiling during class, even when no one laughed at his quirky math jokes. What a cute old man :) Last class of the day was English or I should have said what was supposed to have been English. Unfortunately, the teacher played hooky. She may have been sick, had jury duty or went to get hitched in Vegas. We didn’t know, so we all left after sitting in our seats for 10 minutes like mindless rats in a testing room: My favorite class of the day!
College, I think this will be something to look forward to.
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