Perfectly Unperfect: Beds, B*tches, and Bearcats

The Sad Moment When...

I'm starting to get too old for sleepovers. Not for the concept of them, but for the actual sleeping over part. I will gladly hang out, watch a bunch of movies, eat a bunch of food, and share a bunch of secrets any night of the week, BUT I want to sleep in my own bed SO bad these days. I will leave at 3am right when I'm falling asleep at someone's house just to drive home and sleep in my comfy bed. I never used to be like this, and I don't know if it's because I'm growing up or because I've never really had the opportunity to do that sort of thing until recently. I think it's because I have a bond with my bed that just can't be broken. Or because I really am getting too old. Ughhh.

I'm Not a Chinese B*tch

Well week one of my second semester of freshman year is checked off the list. And if the rest of the semester will follow the same patterns of this week, then I'd say I'm in for a treat. Day one: wake up nice and early to look somewhat less like a troll (as that is my normal appearance at 9AM), and I arrive to my Spanish class with a solid 10 minutes to spare. I double checked the room number because no one was in there yet, but I had the right room, and I wasn't too apprehensive as there was supposed to be only 7 students in the class, and I was a little early. However, as time passed on, I was starting to have my doubts. 5 minutes until class was supposed to start and not a soul in sight. I checked the NKU app on my phone, Blackboard, and the hard copy of my syllabus I had and they all said 403. I was sitting in 403. Then I started to think maybe I was in the wrong building because that's something I would do, but no, I was definitely in the right building, Landrum. As I almost got up to start wandering around aimlessly, a girl rushed in the room and sat down. It was 8:59 and there were 2 of us. We sat their for a minute or 2 until I finally said, "Do you think she switched rooms?" We both checked our e-mails, but saw nothing. We sat there until 9:10, then I sent my professor an e-mail asking if we were in the wrong room. I gathered my things because there was no point in sitting in an empty room. As I walked out the door, I noticed a hot-pink piece of paper right outside saying in big bold black letters "PROFESSOR ENCARNACION'S SPANISH 102 CLASS IS CANCELED FOR MONDAY, JANUARY 13TH." Great. Now my Spanish professor is going to think I'm an idiot. Thankfully I had loads of extra time to find my next class because I seriously couldn't find it. As I walked into Griffin Hall all the classrooms were in the 200s symbolizing I was on the 2nd floor. I was highly confused because I didn't walk up any stairs. How did I get to the 2nd floor? Turns out the first floor is the "basement" level. Wow. My brain was not prepared for my first day back. Orrrrrrrr my second. First class on Tuesday is Sociology, so I find myself back in Landrum. I find my room and rejoice because there are tons of students. I sit down and take out my books, but as I look around, all the other students' books look different. I look up at the board and see Anthropology 301. Awesome. Time for the walk of shame. I pack up my things and sheepishly exit the room as fast as possible. I was in room 201 when I needed 205. Clearly, Landrum is not my forte. I sit down in my actual sociology course with a minute to spare. Good thing I wasn't late because holy crap, my professor is a tiny little Chinese woman, but she is the biggest firecracker ever, and called out quite a few students for being even a minute late. She told us a story about how a student called her a Chinese bitch, and I'm sorry but old Chinese women should not say the word bitch. It just doesn't match. But she had the whole class laughing the entire time. I'm really looking forward to her class. Good thing I actually found it. As for the rest of the week, my brain started to function at basic levels again, and I was able to find the rest of my classes with ease. Either way, I know it's going to be an interesting semester, and I look forward to making many many more stupid mistakes.

Ew that was long, sorry.