Well, I've finally made it though the first week of classes. Man, it hurt to say that, first week.

In case you haven't caught on yet, the first week was a bit rough. On the first day, I wake up later than I wanted, getting into a Chem 123 lecture just in time. I get in, and look through my bag to find my schedule to figure out where exactly I'm heading to next. After looking through it for the fifth time, I'm starting to catch on that it might not be in there. Well, I remember the fact that I do have a class ten minutes after this lecture ends, but not which class it is, what room it is in, or even the building. So in the ten minutes I have between classes, I rush as fast as I can to my dorm about 3/4 of a mile or so away, run up about five and a half flights of stairs to my dorm on the 7th floor because the elevators are so slow. I pick the schedule off of my bed, and race back down the five and a half flights, with a large load of notebooks and textbooks mind you, getting my bike that I didnt bother locking up and I'm off to the Engineering Mall, further from my dorm than the Chemistry building is. I show up a couple minutes late, not real bad as some people were still coming in, but I was the only one dripping in sweat. And I didn't stop anytime soon. I cool down just in time to find out that we were released from class about 7 minutes after we should have been. After traveling through the crowded halls, I discover by the time I get out, I'm practically late, and have zero chance to arrive on time.

So I get to my Math 173 class, and the proffesor was already starting class, and of course he doesn't bother to repeat any of the information for the rest of the class that is slowly showing up, since half of his class is in the same ENGR class as me. It took me several days to figure out what his name is.

to be finished. Im tired of writing, feels like school