So today I headed out to university at the ungodly hour of 7am. Catherine’s adventures of the day:
The guy I met at the bus stop seemed incredibly lost. Surprisingly, he was in third year Biochem. Oops. First lesson of the day: Don’t make assumptions.
I am not going to enjoy walking over the field from the bus loop once the rain comes down in earnest. It’s going to end up torn up, anyway. I kinda feel sorry for anybody who has to use it.
My Bio class is too FULL for a class that starts at 8am in the morning. The guy sitting next to me lives in residence and although we were exchanging semi-snarky comments about the course, we never got around to introducing ourselves. Nice chairs, though.
On the other hand, Chem looks like it will be fun. Except for that quantum chemistry stuff which makes up about half the course. As long as the demo guy comes back and blows things up… I’m happy.
Physics is taught by a woman who seems to love Physics too much. I’m scared. The theatre setting’s a little intimidating, too…
Don’t get me started on Math; it seems no one can understand our instructor. *sigh* Not only that, even I can’t understand him sometimes, and I’m Chinese. The seats are the coolest, though–even though they don’t stay still.
I’m sure English will be the most entertaining class of the day. Except when the Chem demo guy comes and blows things up. Then Chem wins.