color me stupid
August 29. 2000
spontaneous polaroid self-portraits:
I went to school today. I thought today was the first day of school. I get there, and the place is deserted, except for a few maitinence people and the business office staff. I go look at the bulletin, inside it says:
Fall Semester Begins: Tuesday, September 5.
I have no clue how I just completely missed the fact that school in fact did not start on Tuesday, August 29, and instead started a week later. It started the week before Labor Day last year, so I just assumed it started at the same time this year. But everything for the fall semester this year has been inexplicably pushed back a week.
So I went to school a week early. As I drove back to my apartment the sheer ridiculousness of this situation dawned on me. This is the kind of thing that happens in sitcoms, or in books. Not in real life, certainly not in my rather boring life. I have -no clue- how I (and my parents as well, though I'm not expecting them to take responsibility for my ignorance in this case) didn't come across some document that said "School begins September 5". I can't believe I didn't come in contact with one of my friends who could've told me when school started. All these weird little coincidences adding up. I'm still dumbfounded.
When I first got home, I was upset and called both my Dad and John right away. I cried a little bit, just because the schedule in my head had been suddenly disrupted, and I was also really looking forward to starting classes. But I knew in the end a week wasn't too bad. At least, as my Dad said, you weren't a week late. I think it worked out for the best, because this extra week allowed me time to relax and get acclimated to my new job.
I just can't believe I was a week early.
One Year Ago:
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