The first day is always horrible. In fact, if possible, varsity should be avoided for at least the first week. Last year I managed this, as I was doing Creative Writing papers and could just nip up to Waiteata Rd without fighting my way across campus. Unfortunately this year I'm an English Major. Freaky. And I seem to have to push my way through the thick of it to get anywhere. Swarms of confused first years. The noise. The crush. The queues.
I was late for my first lecture, due to being late for the appointment just prior, due to being... well anyway. I took a couple of steps into the theatre... and then panicked. For a start, it seemed like such a small class. I thought English would have big classes; it seems like every second person I know did English Lit back in the day. Don't people take English any more? Secondly, the lecture was talking about population, and geology. Huh? I thought for the first class they always read out the course outline and sorted out tutorials. They never start lectures in the first class. Unless I'd walked into the second half of a two hour course. And what course? I thought I was coming to Australian Literature, but geology? So I backed away uncertainly, and went to check the timetable. Yup, it was the right place, right class, right time. Urgh. I went back, now 20 minutes late, and crept to one of the few available seats. Woops. Great start to the new year.
And now I'm having second thoughts. No, actually, I'm having second terrifiedness. Have I done the right thing? What was I thinking?
Luckily, just when I was on the point of pulling out of everything I ran into Harry Ricketts in the office of one of my lecturers, and we were able to gossip about pancakes and the bright pinkish red dress that Abby is wearing to the Oscars, and this calmed me down a little.
Till I realised that I've had my shirt on inside out all day.
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Very Late Notice, but in case anyone is around and about with nothing to do, four of us from the landscape writing class are doing a reading. 7pm at Murphy's Bar in Lower Hutt. Would be good to have some support.
Don't worry about the shirt thing. I always wear mine backwards. It's the latest coolest fashion statement ;)
My flatmate and Boyf both started back at Uni this week too. It is hard :D
Posted by: Giffy at March 4, 2004 06:25 PM