My third day of classes has gone and passed, certainly an interesting one of the three days.
To start with, I am immeasurably in love with all of my classes, even down to the last practical and lab. I even officially bought my lab coat WITH THE James Cook University LOGO proudly embedded on my top left nerd pocket. I am official and very happy. Four and a half years of tuition and slaving for an undergraduate degree has brought me to this pinnacle in my life where I have been christened with the white, holy robes of science.
But with all greatness comes a small fall from grace. Namely this morning after I got back from my job interview. Thought I had a great start to my day. I had a free ride on the bus, I sat down with potential employers and even went grocery shopping and kept the week's bill down to less than thirty.
Well, as I was geared to take a nap before class, I realized two things. One, my class was an hour sooner than I thought and two, I was missing the JCU club market that was happening right then and there.
So no nap and a quick sprint bike to campus later, I managed to start touring the club booths. Of course the first incident happened where I was trying to pass through a long line of people and my carabiner on my water bottle (sitting in the side pocket of my backpack) hooked onto some other girl's bag (how does this even happen) as I was passing her, so I proceeded to drag her out of the crowd with me. An awkward disentanglement later, I was free.
Now fast forward to two hours later after my class went over time and I'm sprinting to my next class, which is on the clear opposite side of campus (I'm not even enrolled but thank god for waitlists) . I finally get there and sprint up the three flights and throw myself inside this classroom as gracefully as I can, only to have the eyes of the professor and the class on me. So I hastily sat down in the nearest seat and organized myself when I finally took the moment to look at the slide the professor has up. I was an hour early to my class and was instead at a lecture for an Intro to Genetics class designed for wee undergrads.
Social anxiety is a quiet killer.
At this point, it was too late to get up and get out. There was no return.
So I sat.
For an hour.
Finally an hour later, my actual class comes in and law of murphy, the girl that my water bottle had latched onto earlier at the fair, sat down next to me Other than that, nothing too exciting happened after.
But, the class was ammaaaaazinggg. If I can get my dive logs and dive medical squared off, I can do some diving as part of the class<3\\
And now, I get to enjoy some time to myself in the company of the turtles and my bike.
Until next time
