The first day of class is all about first impressions, right? Well, I sure made a lasting one, to say the least. My sister Natalie and I are taking a calculus course together this semester. We left 45 minutes before class started, but within ten minutes into our drive, we hit a lot of traffic. Baltimore’s weather yesterday was crazy—it was extremely foggy in some areas and bright and sunny in other spots. It was 9am, so we expected traffic to be light, but that was not the case. A combination of the morning rush and the fog caused us to be bumper-to-bumper for the entirety of our drive.
During the first week of classes, students are allowed to park anywhere on campus—or so we thought. Class began at 9:30am, and after sitting in traffic for over 40 minutes, we were late. We looped through the campus and drove to the faculty parking lot, hoping to see the gate open. As luck would have it, the gate was closed. In a panic, we quickly turned around and searched for street parking. Despite Natalie’s shrieks to just park in front of a fire hydrant, we ended up parking in the farthest lot.
Frazzled, we rushed out of the car and hiked up the street as fast as we could. Luckily, I already knew exactly where the classroom was, so we didn’t have to search the building. Nervous that we wouldn’t be able to sit next to each other since we were 15 minutes late, Natalie handed me my supplies (she packed me a notebook and pencils), and we tip-toed into the classroom. I was relieved to find two seats together in the front row—I didn’t want to have to embarrass myself even more by trying to squeeze through rows of students, forcing them to tuck in their chairs.
Our professor was still going over the syllabus, but I hate playing catch-up. Plus, I was having difficulties with my pencils and couldn’t jot down what he was saying. I prefer mechanical pencils, but the only one that I had was out of lead, except for the piece that was stuck in the eraser, so every time I tried to erase something, more lead marks got everywhere. I’m assuming that was my brother’s doing. (When Natalie saw me grabbing five different writing utensils in the morning, she laughed and told me it wasn’t the SAT—clearly, I did need all of them.) I am that student who has to whisper to a neighbor to ask for a piece of paper, and then a pen, five minutes later, and then I’ll need you to share your textbook with me, too.
As if things couldn’t get any worse, I wasn’t on the roster so I was singled out after our professor called roll. Full disclosure: I attempted to take this class once before but ended up withdrawing, so he already knew my name. I was mortified; Natalie laughed.
And that’s why I prefer online classes.
Have you ever had any embarrassing moments in class?
If you are currently a student, how was your first day of school?