I'm taking two classes. 1) Zumba. Heck to the yeah. I obviously look like this at the end of every class. Perfectly curled hair, no sweat at all.
False. I look more like him. Sans the headset. But I love it all the same.
2) Abnormal Psychology. Sounds interesting enough, right?
Let me tell you about my first day of class. About two weeks ago I got an email saying that my Abnormal Psych class changed from where it originally was to the Taylor building. For those of you who attend BYU how many have even heard of the Taylor building?! Maybe I've just been living under a rock or something, but I had no idea where it was.
Fortunately, there was an address included in this email, but if you know me and my lack of skills with directions that still didn't offer too much help. I asked my mom and we came up with a general idea of where we thought it was. I left in plenty of time to get there, in my car even. For the life of me I could not find the building. I pulled up a campus map and thought I knew where it was. Drove there. Nope. Finally it dawned on me that I should turn on my navigation on my phone, I'm a thinker, I know. That finally led me to drive by the building.
At this point I was already 10 minutes late. I don't know about you, but I hate being THAT student. Plus, I feel like teachers give their best tips on the first day early in the class. Feeling flustered I made my way into the building. Since I was already so late I asked the girl at the front desk for directions, and hurried myself to class.
Naturally, everyone turned to look at me when I opened the squeaky door. It's fine, whatever. The professor was introducing himself and I was thinking sweet I haven't missed anything. Not long after he held up the textbook and it didn't look anything like the one I had purchased, but I did buy mine off of Amazon so I thought oh maybe I just bought the wrong edition. I made a note to check when I got home. He then proceeded to talk about the overview of the course. There was a picture of a child on the screen with the words Child Psychopathology. I assumed that meant we would start talking about children then move to adolescents and then on to adults. He then began to say that taking Abnormal psychology was a good basis for this class. Excuse me what?? Abnormal Psychology is the class I'm supposed to be sitting in. I was in the wrong class.
I began to panic a little bit. Did I sit through the class and then go talk to my actual professor after the class was over? Do I make another scene by gathering up my stuff and opening the loud door again? I had already missed 30 minutes of my actual class at this point. I decided 2 hours of sitting through the wrong class was a long time. So I got up and left.
Lucky for me, the door to my real classroom was right in front of the class and the entire front half of the classroom was full. I walked past everyone to the back row. Right as I sat down they had finished going over the syllabus. Great. I missed all of the professor insights for the class. Oh well.
On the plus side, I am really enjoying work and the warm weather. Spring always brings out something weird about me. This year it's a desire to deep clean everything. Not such a bad thing really. Hooray for spring time and all it brings with it.
