First Day of College

"CRAP! I'm late. I'm freaking late." Of all days to be late it to class, it had to be today. First off, traffic is taking forever, and to my luck there's construction on the main road. Of course, life just loves me.

Then after the bus approached the campus, I got off the bus quickly and booked it to my class. Question is, where's that? I don't believe it I'm finally on campus; and I'm still late. This day is just awesome, just peachy.

Man its hot out!! Now where's building 2500? Building 2500? Ah ha! There's a sign pointing in the direction of my building. Well Duh. So I don't know exactly how late I am. Excellent! The day I'm late is the day I forgot my cell phone and wristwatch at home, inside my room. Lying on my desk.

I quickly walked towards the direction of the building of my classroom.

Okay so several minutes later, I found the room number… Oh great! The instructor is already lecturing 'F My Life!' well here goes nothing. I quickly and quietly opened the door. It's quite, too quite.

"Oh! Well welcome to English 101. I'm Miss Anderson. I'm so sorry, but you'll have to sit on the ground. I'll have more seats by tomorrow."

"That's alright, thanks though." I said.

Lovely feeling being embarrassed walking in late on the first day, but having the professor stop talking and welcoming you. Then there's the other twenty or thirty-so pairs of eyes starring at you. They can just stare at my hand and read between the lines.

Before I was about to sit, I saw the instructor reaching for something.

"Wait a minute, I-" the instructor seems to, oh no, please don't offer your chair. " Here you take the chair." Great they just offered their chair to me.

"Thanks." I said happily.

"Where was I? Oh! On the front page of the syllabus..."

After explaining the set down rules, I knew where the conversation was leading next.

"Alright, since there's so many people, I'd like people to tell me there name, where you live, and what you be doing right now if you weren't in school." Anderson said.

I of course was the first to introduce myself. Lucky me she chose me to start off.

"Hi, I'm Sam Manson. Born and raised in Amity Park, and I would mostly likely be sleeping right about now."

The rest of the class period several other people showed up late as well. At least I wasn't the only one. That made my day a little bit better.

Three… Two… One. Ding! Class is out, finally. I made it through my first class at community college; it wasn't so bad, on account of how embarrassing late I was. Now all there's left was several more classes.

While waiting on my last class of the day, I still had a good twenty-minute period until the class started. Bored out of my mind, I decided to see if Danny or Tucker left me any messages on my email. When I went to go check on my computer, all I had was one message and none of them from my best buds. Thanks guys!

Wait a minute. That's not an email from a random person; it's from a teacher? Curious as to why Miss Anderson just emailed me after ten minutes after her class, I checked it out.


Hi Samantha,

I am your instructor for English 101, and since you didn't show up today, I was wondering if you were still interested in the class. There are several students who want to add the class, so I would like to let them know if there will be an extra spot.

Thank you.

Anderson

What the hell! I swear on my life I was in the class, late but still in class! I quickly replied back to her.


Actually, I was in class today, I showed up a little late. In fact you gave me your chair so I could sit on it. I was also the first to introduce myself to the class. I'll show up on time for class tomorrow, sorry about that.

Sam


I didn't check my email, until later that evening. I was too busy hanging out with guys and talking about college. When I did read the email. Apparently the instructor didn't even remember who I was even after coming in late and being the first to introduce myself. What surprised me even more was she apologized for marking absent during attendance.


Samantha,

So sorry! I didn't realize that was you. I'm terrible with names, so we might have to do a name game tomorrow.

See you in class,

Anderson


A/N: The follow writing above is a verbatim of an email exchange I had with my instructor yesterday. I'd be happy if someone told me I did something wrong.