First Day of College
So as the page/blog moves on I have decided that some articles could be about tips and tricks about puppies or just life in general. And some articles may just be a funny story about me, Memphis, Dawson, or literally anything else, because why not it is my page after all and I do love to entertain the people. To start it off I shall relive the horrible day that was my first day of college. It was the worst. I felt like I was living in that book that every kid reads growing up “Alexander and the Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Day”. Now some of y’all may have read this on my Facebook or if you’re very close to me I called and told you about it but here goes nothing.
So it’s the first day of college and I am pretty excited. I got SO dressed up in running shorts, a t-shirt, and flip-flops (for those of you who don’t know that is pretty dressed up for me). I had about a 10-15 minute walk to the building where my class was so I left about 20 minutes before it was supposed to start. Well, apparently I underestimated how fast my little legs could walk because I immediately realize I am not going to make it in time to class. So I decided to cut across the grass and hop this little 1-foot wide creek. DO NOT DO THAT! I REPEAT IF YOU ARE IN THAT SITUATION DO NOT DO THAT! I hop it and immediately sink knee-deep into the mud, my feet are stuck, my backpack is falling off and I am trying to save my laptop. It takes me five minutes but I finally get unstuck, I have two minutes until class starts and my legs are COVERED in mud. My favorite flip-flops are ruined because they were cloth and at this point, I am about ready to go back to my dorm and cry in the shower. But do I do that? Absolutely not. What do I do? I take off my shoes, sprint into the building, go into the first bathroom I see, and clean myself up as best as I can. I’m a minute late for class but I am hell bound and determined to see this through. Once I am cleaned up I go on a hunt for my classroom. Let me just say Bardo Arts Center at Western Carolina University is so confusing to navigate that I met three classmates who were still trying to find the class and it started five minutes ago.
Well, we finally find the class about 10 minutes after it started, we get sat down, and then I realize something. I. Smell. Like. Swamp. Water. I am mortified (This was before I met Dawson and I’m sitting there like “what if there is a cute guy?!”). But luckily it was during major COVID times and we were so distanced and everyone was about 10 feet apart. THANK JESUS! But anyway that’s pretty much the end of it. After class ended I raced back to my dorm room and hopped in the shower then proceeded to call all of my immediate family members to tell them that college is stupid. And I still think that, by the way.
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Sydney Brooke Haywood