I haven’t been in a classroom for more than four years. It’s been that long.
Truth be told, I couldn’t sleep last night. I was up til 4 in the morning and barely caught a few Zs when it was suddenly time to wake up. I wasn’t that tired this morning. I was excited. I couldn’t turn off my brain. I kept running scenarios of what the first day would be, what I would wear, what would I do to find my room, etc. I miss being in school, talking to other people, feeling educated. I would stay in school if it wasn’t such a blackhole for time and money.
Needless to say, I actually got up late. It was bloody cold this morning, almost nipular. I got to work at quarter 9 when I’ve been meaning to get there at 8:30. I needed to leave by 4:30 so I’d have time to find my room. Ryerson might not be as big as U of T or UP, but they set up classes in weird rooms. For example, I have Business Law at the Engineering building. Why? I have no idea.
I hate being late for class. All those stares you get when you enter a room. I was running late for class and I couldn’t find my room. The registrar wrote the room as ENG II so I went looking for room 2. After asking a few people around I finally found it. Just as soon as I’ve settled the teacher starting writing on the board: PSYC 101.
Great, just great. I’m running late and barely a minute seated, I already have my first day blooper. I started gathering my things, trying to make as little noise as possible so they wouldn’t notice the girl who entered the wrong classroom when change fell from my pocket, clanging on the floor. The room was setup like a theatre, with rows and rows of staggered swinging chairs. Down went my change. As I got up and left, I hear a bunch of Flips talking behind my back. Something amusing for the first day.
The people outside the room whom I asked previously for directions already knew I went into the wrong classroom. I took a good look at my registration again. ENG 11 not II. Stupid me. I passed that room half-way down the hallway. Walking briskly, I went inside the room dreading stares. A bunch of young people, some people in my age bracket and some oldies. The instructor wasn’t in yet, cutting down the anticipated embarrassment.
Maybe a few years back, my blooper would’ve embarrassed me to death. The beauty of aging is that you learn the grace of handling embarassing situations ergo the poker face. I’m not good at keeping a poker face, but it is a necessary skill esp. when you need to deal with not-necessarily bright people. I have yet to master the complete art of BS-ing.
I sat somewhere in the middle since I’m not such a geek that I’d sit in the front rows and I wouldn’t be able to see if I sat in the back rows. I sat beside a nice and well-spoken lady, whom I’m assuming is taking law because she wanted to know at what firm our instructor worked at. The class itself was interesting. We started with English history and how the current constitution is intertwined to American history. I’ve never taken a law class ever, even as an elective. Considering I wanted to be a lawyer before, I was actually looking forward to taking this class despite the amount of reading Robbie was warned me about.
While I was listening to the lecture, my mind kept drifting from one thought to another. I imagined myself as a lawyer, which I found funny. I think I have ADD because in a few seconds my mind can just from one idea to five others. Being a lawyer requires a lot of concentration and discipline, of which I’ve been told I greatly lack. Remember the chant? FOCUS. Lol.
I admired this lawyer/instructor of ours. He’s been talking for the last 2 hours but he still has the class’ attention. Few people can hold university students’ wandering attention for long. And what’s great about him is that he seems so real. He’s maybe in his early 50s but he can communicate with students without all the hoo-haa jargon. He even says chill. Imagine your grandpa saying chill and tell me if you didn’t find that amusing.
Hopefully tonight my brain would give me some peace and let me sleep. Tomorrow is only tuesday. I have a long week ahead of me.
Thanks to Louie for wishing me luck. If you didn’t, I would’ve probably made a bigger ass of myself today. Lol.