I'm usually early for my classes. Call it over-eagerness, but I'm just paranoid that I won't be able to find the class and stumble in a few minutes late. But the professor will be one of those tough-as-nails types who tell me that college isn't going to wait for me if I won't make the effort. Then I'll have to wait outside until the entire room clears out, and I'll come into the lecture hall, tail between my legs, prepared to apologize, but he doesn't want to hear it.
That may sound very thought out, but I've also run the scenarios of it being the wrong class, having to sit in a seat at the front, having to make up for being late by answering a question, having no seat because it is a standing room only class, tripping when I come in. Experienced college students don't care about this type of thing. They saunter in, especially on the first day of school, late, likely with a coffee in hand and earbuds pushed in. Their lack of scheduled propriety shows their disregard for the system and their hard-weathered experience with the school system.
Not I though! I try to get to my class ten minutes early, fifteen on first days when I don't know where to go. Though, Seniorita that I am, I do have a good idea and know which buildings are numbered properly and which ones seem to be forgotten or mis-numbered as if they dropped the basket of room number plates when the building was first erected.
Maybe because of this, it wasn't too hard to find my English class, which I was at least twenty-minutes early for. No big deal. Cool, collected co-ed that I am, I plopped to sit near the door and prepared myself to watch Arctic Monkey interviews online next to the other kids waiting.
Only, a troop of hippie hipsters came sauntering down the hallway, iced frappes in hand, and wicker fedoras on heads. "Aww freshmen," one of the girls cooed and the others laughed, looking me up and down.
"Don't worry," the plaid clad boy assured us, "You'll grow into yourselves."
Clearly, I haven't for all the four year I've been here, I thought to myself.
I only wish I said it aloud.
(Then again, no one else cares about the freshman versus others dynamic except sophomores.)
