Oops.

Okay, so more on the snafu I mentioned in my last post. Because if you're reading this, you're probably one of my parents, and if you're one of my parents, you care about this sort of thing.

See, when I got here, lost and confused, I was given a list of events for V&E (Visiting and Exchange) students to go to on the first week. Being that I am a good girl who is absolutely not hungover or strung out on coffee 90% of the time I'm awake (hi Mom), I went to every single one of them. That's right, even the ones at 9AM. Anyway, because of my diligence, I was rewarded with a schedule of events I needed to attend for my program, one of which was a list of introductory lectures for various courses. Only one of them was for a class I'm actually in, but oh well, I decided, and skipped merrily off to class (10 minutes late-- I overslept because my suitemates stayed up until 3am playing loud music and being drunk, which tends to preclude good sleep, but that's a different story).

You can probably guess where I'm going with this. Yes, I showed up late, to the wrong class. Awesome start, I know. And I would have continued in this awesome vein had Dr. Turner not been giving the next lecture, caught me after the first lecture, and said "Why are you here? You're not supposed to be in this class!"

Oh shit.

Yeah, I missed all the introductory lectures I was SUPPOSED to go to, went to one I didn't need, and caused everybody to think I'm a complete braindead moron. Pretty good for the first week, huh?

P.s. Mom, if this post worries you as I know it will, go lie down and repeat to yourself that it has all been worked out and everything is fine. In fact, you know what, you might wanna make that a mantra for the next little while.