Typical.

I have a tendency to be late for everything, particularly classes at this school. This semester has been no different than any semester prior regarding my habit of tardiness. In fact I was late to the semester all together, missing the first week for vacation, and causing my first day in this class to be last Wednesday.

 To my surprise I managed to make it to my first class a whole seven minutes early! I was quite proud of myself, I felt very organized that day. As I waited for class to begin I noticed the other students in the class pulling out textbooks. I thought to myself "I didn't see anything about textbooks in the outline...uggghhh now I need to buy ANOTHER textbook?! " 

After waiting the seven minutes for the class to begin, a woman walked into the room, stood at the front, and asked who had missed the first day, so naturally I raised my hand. Then I had another epiphany, "I'm pretty sure I read on blackboard that the instructors name was Charles....this lady does NOT look like a Charles to me...perhaps the instructor changed." 

The lady at the front of the room continued to talk about how this class would not be an easy one, lots of reading to stay on top of, and many large papers to write. "This woman is awful! This is only a GNED course! Why does she have to be so hard on us?! And why are we having to read so many books in a class called 'writing in a digital context'?! This is going to be a nightmare!" 

She continued to explain the class and then it finally dawned on me, "I am DEFINITELY in the wrong class right now...." 

"So now what do we do, self? I need to formulate an escape plan...I don't want to be rude...but I can't just stay here... and now I AM late for class...I'm really blowing it right now."

Once I had casually gathered my belongings I leaped up and darted out of the room as fast as possible, eyes shot towards the ground. After the 4 seconds that felt like a lifetime I reached the door and was free of my embarrassment. Once I made it outside I realized that my absentminded nature must have kicked in on my way to class, because I clearly just walked into the first computer lab, with no regard whatsoever to what number was written outside of the room. I walked down the hallway another thirty feet and found EA2067, an easy task once I exited the other realm my brain transcends to regularly. So there I was, walking into my first class ten minutes late...typical.