Day One

Not too many people have the privilege to say that they get to have a day one of university twice. Although this isn't really my first day, it is. And believe me, it was a different first day.

I somehow managed to pry myself out of bed at about 5:50am, got dressed, and got out of the house at 6:30. When I got to the spot where I needed to switch buses, I waited for about 15 minutes; and those 15 minutes could not have gone any slower. But alas, I did eventually make it to school with some time to spare before my class started. I guess at AUC, a class of 60 people would be as big as it gets; my biggest class with the UofA was probably over 400.

I wasn't overly surprised that a majority of the people in my classes are already from Calgary, or they came here with someone, so they already have some friends. Also, technically speaking, I'm a third year university student taking freshman courses. So a lot of people that liked to wear their high school grad stuff said "class of 10", which I found interesting. I think that, ironically enough, I enjoyed my first class the most. The course looks pretty straight forward, and seems more suited to my personality. Before, there was almost always a definitive answer to everything you learned; so you either got it right, or you got it wrong. I like that now, I can present different ideas without being completely off base and still get credit for it - as long as it is not heresy. Well, that's the impression from the first class.

I thought that if all my classes would be like my first class, I'd really come to like school. After my dreadful 3 and a half hour break, which I did absolutely nothing during the time, I pulled my bum to my second class which started at 1:00pm. I was greeted by a prof who slammed a stack of loose leaf pages in front of me, handed me a sharpie, and told me to write my name on it, fold it up, and put it in front of me so it's a name tag. I didn't mind too much, just thought that she wanted to know her students better. Then all hell broke loose. As we go through the syllabus, this class just looks worse and worse. It's the complete opposite of my first classes syllabus: everything that I did not want to see in a course was there. To kind of give a summary of what this course will be like: I have to learn and locate about 50 different tiny countries that no one cares about, know how to find them, and be able to name the capitals all by Friday - the one after tomorrow. I had some serious thoughts about switching time slots just so I could get out of this class; but I'm pretty sure that this is the only time slot for this class. God please help me with this one T_T

After the torture finally ended, I managed to get to my last class of the day - granted, feeling a bit sleepy. When I got into my seat, I heard one of the more important people of the school, who was walking around the class for whatever reason, say that this class is the new prof's very first class. So I thought, wow I get to go down in history being in this prof's first class. Similarly to my evangelism and missions class, I was astonished. I saw the profs mouth move frequently and rapidly, but all I heard was "a;ksdjf;aksdfkas;kahs;dfjaksdjf;askjdf;aksdjf;aj". For the parts that I was lucky enough to catch, she sounds like she's way out of our freshmen league. I'm not insulting her in anyway, because she is extremely intelligent and knows a TON of stuff; whatever kind of theological big name or word you can think of, she probably knows. She even prefers reading the Bible in their original languages; case in point. She's a new teacher, but her expectations are already off the charts.

So to sum it all up, my day started fantastic; and with the day it ended, I couldn't have been more happier. Oh wait, I could have; if I didn't have to take the bus home...

Anyways, I was able to talk to a few new students and they all mentioned one word: overwhelming. I can totally relate to what it may feel like, because I was there a couple years ago too. The only difference is how you choose to react to it. I'm definitely amazed at the amount of work I'll have to do for a measly three classes too; but unlike the first time at the UofA, I'm open to this challenge.

I don't know a whole lot, but if you're starting post-secondary, I don't have a whole lot to say to you. Just have some fun and don't procrastiFREAKInate.

Trust me.