Be Cool, Stay in School

Unless that school is frightening enough to make you run out while quickly throwing glances over your shoulder to make sure the teacher isn't following screaming at you to get back in the room.

I may or may not have just bailed on my first day of real university class. Bailed. Cut class. Played hookie. Macht blau. Ran out crying like a small child. You know, whatever you want to call it.

Just for an explanation: I spent the entire morning looking for the location of this class, only to be really excited to find out it was in the castle. Yeah, a class with a moat! What could be better? I booked it to my Uni class after my language course and sat down. I was a little early and so began my observations.

-The classroom was small for so many people. Despite nearly fifteen chairs empty around me no one sat next to me, but rather chose to crowd into a corner. Scooting all their desks together. 
-The students all knew each other. As each one walked in someone would wave them over, tell a joke or otherwise speak with them.
-I was the only one wearing flip-flops.

The teacher came in shouted the German equivalent of  "Everyone, SHUT UP!" and sat down, promptly began handing out the syllabus (The proper plural form is syllabi, but spell check tells me that's wrong.) and then started counting the students. Since I was on the other side of the 'cool kids group' no papers were passed to me and I started to wonder if I forgot to put deodorant on. The teacher also noticed this and asked me why I didn't have the sheets already. I said no one passed them to me yet and she snapped back something along the lines of "Well get on it, already." I quickly walked the thousand foot gap between myself and the natives and grabbed an extra copy.

Whew. Major catastrophe adverted. Until she demanded everyone get ready for the oral presentation next week on the five books we were to have read before the lecture we should have attended. Apparently Becca missed some memos. Moby Dick sized memos.

So what did I do? Pretended to look at my watch and be surprised and rushed out the door. Then I may or may not have drowned my pain in a double cone of ice cream. Real classy, I know.