For the average high school sophomore, this could have been the start of a typical semester. For me, however, it was something much more exciting. This was my first time taking classes in a “real” school. For …show more content…
I went into the cafeteria and asked one of the staff members if she happened to know where the class was. Unfortunately for us, she did not. I returned to the hall and glanced at the syllabus for the hundredth time that day. The only room number that I could find on there on there was the office number. I quickly sprinted up three flights of stairs in search of the professor’s office. I was so panicked that it never occurred to me that she would already be in the class until I was standing in front of her empty office. I anxiously darted around the corner where I found someone in an office nearby. We explained our situation and after a few agonizing moments, she was able to point us in the right direction. We thanked her sincerely and hurried back down the stairs.
The English Composition classroom was only a stone's throw away from where we were in the first place. It was 11:00. I cautiously poked my head in to make sure we were in the right classroom and, much to my relief, there was a Writers Handbook on several desks. Never in my life had any English text looked so welcoming. After apologizing to the professor for showing up late, I slid into an empty desk and quickly scribbled down an introduction. Fortunately, we hadn't missed too much and much to my surprise, I actually enjoyed the rest of the