You think your first day of school was good...psh!

The day began early for me. While many other new college students had the extreme luxury of sleeping in till a semi-decent hour, my day began at the crack of dawn...well more like 6:30 A.M., but still. I didn't mind though. The breeze as I biked to school was nice on my freshly sun-burnt face. I was feeling good and ready for the day. I could take on anything! Go on give me something! I'll do it! You want me to dance with a King Cobra? Where's the music, huh? Oh what else do want me to do? You want me to take the One Ring to Mordor? Give me some Mithril and...No wait! I'll go without it! 

That's how ready. 

I spent time the night before mapping out where I needed to be, and by when. English 1010. This building. This time. Managing family and business. This building blah blah...etc etc.  Everything that I needed was in the palm of my hand. Or I guess it was zipped up in my backpack, but it could have just as easily been in the palm of my hand. My warm, sweaty hand. (boys wanna hold it all day long. Word) So I biked around a bit till I found the right building. I was far too prideful to actually pull out the map I studied to find the location of the building. I didn't want it to be too obvious I was a freshman. I had to give myself some sort of a chance to get people to talk to me.

Feeling like an absolute college kid, I locked up my bike and (I may or may not have) strutted into the building. Then all the sudden...

*Epiphany*
(in Jeannie's mind) "I don't know what room my class is in. Shoot. Shoot. Okay. You're fine Jeannie. Not a problem. Just act like you know what you're doing! Confidence. Confidence is key. Hey look! He looks like a person that would be going to an English class....Ima just follow him real quick."
So I stalked this boy. Straight up stalked. But not scary stalking. So not too close on his heals where it would be obvious that I was watching his every movement, but not far enough away that if he sneezed I wouldn't be able to jump in with a creepy bless you. We walked into a classroom about fifteen minutes before class was suppose to start. I was being a good kid! Being early and what not. Ya know. Maybe I'd make some friends er something. Flirt with a cute boy. Hold hands with him if the time was right. Lock lips. Heck, maybe even get married. Who knows! I'm just saying, a lot can happen in a quarter of an hour. Then the teacher came in and began handing out papers. The whole while I just kept thinking, 

"This might not even be my class. What if it's not? I'll be in here and my actual class will be going crazy with worriment! They'll be all, 'where Jeannie at?' Then rumors will come into play, and they'll be something along the lines of "Oh Jeannie, I heard she really believed Hogwarts was a place and so she refused to go to any school that wasn't Hogwarts." "No way! I heard she refused to shave her legs so the soccer team killed her. They just up and killed her. Cold blood. There is an investigation going on right now."

Oh shoot. Now maybe I'm the one making up rumors. ANYWAYS.

I finally asked the teacher if I was on the roll. Turns out I wasn't, and I ended up being that awkward kid who gets up in the middle of class with everything in their hands, and just kind of scurries out of the room. Yup. That was me. First day. First class. First real college experience. 

Other than that though. My first day was full of happiness and memories. Full of stories that I can tell my children that will then tell their children and they will tell theirs, and so on and so forth, forever and ever! I also didn't have any homework my first day. Fantastic! However, now I do. Now I have lots. 

The name's Jeannie. And I am a Utah State Aggie. Cheers! 

P.S. Hogwarts IS real. I just know it. 

(p.s. Sorry I suck at updating this constantly *coughLindicough*. I'm gonna get better! Especially because I have a story that I think will entertain, plus a picture to go along with it)