My first day as a big bad senior went a little like this...
I slept in until the last second possible to walk in right on time to my 9:00am class
I ignored first-day-of-school-protocol and did not take the time to glam myself up. I very happily settled with a bun on top of my head, because I have learned that first impressions are overrated.
I wasn’t prepared with “school supplies” and therefor had to take my journal to serve as a notebook
I sat next to my professor in Cognitive Development and wasn’t scared of him. In fact I think I’m going to like him quite a lot. Today he said “there are lots of things going on in the world, and all it takes is a library card”...profound right?
I attended a class with my brother and sister. Best. Thing. Ever.
I felt a cold sore coming in (booooooooooo) and went on a frantic chase in search of medication
I saw a lot of familiar faces that didn’t seem to find mine familiar in return (maybe it’s the bun?)
I worked for three hours as a new supervisor. Yikes.
I may or may not have dozed off in psychology. Give me a break; it’s a 2 ½ hour class.
I boycotted buying books for one more day due to their absurd price that could make even Bill Gates go broke.
I finished off the day at the grocery store where I laughed at this silly figurine