After more than fourteen years of first days, I would think that another one would be simple and easy. I was wrong. Still the night before the first day, I couldn’t fall asleep. What was I going to wear? Was my alarm clock going to go off? Should I make one slice of toast or two in the morning? I know that I am an anxious person, but I really shouldn’t have had anything to worry about!
As a sophomore I already knew more than 5,000 people on campus. I knew where majority of my classes were and what elevators went on even floors and which only went to the odd floors. Somehow, I still thought about the possibility of showing up late or getting lost.
With my first class starting at 8:55 a.m., I woke up early to get ready and be prepared for a long day of listening to multiple syllabi being read to me. I was lucky, or unlucky depending how you look at the situation, because my first professor never showed up to class. While it gave me time to bond with my new classmates, it also took away from my beauty sleep. I would have loved to go back to my dorm to take a siesta, except I had a class in the same building only three floors down taking place only an hour later. I decided to stick it out, hoping that the professor would show up but at the same time hoping I could simply relax for the hour. The professor however did apologize for the inconvenience in an email shortly thereafter.
The first day always creates anxiety for me because I don’t know what to expect. Even if I know who the professor is or what the class will be like, I don’t truly know until I’ve met them myself or seen what it will be like. It also doesn’t help that we get the syllabus on the first day, meaning that I can see all my assignments for the semester. That would cause anxiety for even the most calm of people!