First Day of Class

So I applied to SFSU and I was accepted! I was so stoked and was ready to begin my college experience. Summer flew by and move in day was upon us. The hot humid car was a ride I was not too fond of, let me tell you. I live in Santa Maria a town with no season and just overall average weather. No weather that would freeze you like an icecube and no weather that would, well melt that icecube afterward. I was headed four hours north to a city called San Francisco; a city that is much colder than my town. 

I had arrived to this school and half a week we were given went by too fast. All of sudden it was Sunday and I had to wake up the next morning for class! Class?! What the heck was class? 12 years wasn’t enough? I was not looking forward to this at all. So genius me stayed up all night dreading waking up that early, which looking back could have been precious minutes of sleep. Finally, I manage to doze off into deep sleep…

I walk into class, all eyes on me and staring through my soul it seems. "Take it easy killers!” I’m thinking. I mean it’s not like I’m five minutes late, I’m actually 15 minutes late, thank you very much. So I examine the room and sit down in the first seat I see, just trying to get out of the eyes of these bug-eyed kids! Plop I go into the chair thinking I’m safe. “That’s not your seat you mongrel!” the teacher yells. I shoot back up as if I’m launching into space and focus all my attention on the teacher. “Over there, you imbecile,” she commands. So I drag to my “assigned” seat and once again sit down, but much more hesitant this time around. “Hey the name’s Guru,” I tell my neighbor. “Hey there fella, my name is Phoebe nice to meetcha,” she says while breathing heavily. She continues to talk to me spitting with every syllable when suddenly she sneezes! I feel her snot shoot at my face and suddenly lose all urge to make conversation with this woman. Things couldn't get any worse I thought just before I was proven wrong.  "Guru! What is the hypothetical metaphor implied in this independent clause?!” Ms. I love screaming spat. I stood up and looked straight at the teacher, able to hear the snickering of all this kids and finally shrugged my shoulders and sat back down like an idiot. This couldn’t be happening, this couldn’t be what my next four years would consist of! ...

Ring! Ring! Ring! It was my alarm clock. I jumped out of bed realizing I was gonna be late to my first class of college!...