Part One: First day of classes at UT
Martin Luther King Jr's Birthday
Monday, 18 January
I had a tingling excitement in my toes all night so without the best night's sleep, my brain switched on and I was up and at 'em. It looked rather grim outside - fog and possible rain. After my usual dilly-dallying, I headed down to the cafeteria to be greeted by a ridiculous amount of choice for breakfast. Not the best thing for someone as indecisive as myself. I settled on scrambled eggs, peanut butter on toast and oatmeal, but really missed my muesli, Just Right and soy milk combo with banana.
What to wear for my first day at UT? Boots or volleys? Cardigan or hoodie? Too dressed up or too casual? By Friday, I was wearing my new Victoria's Secret track pants (or tracky dacks) and a shirt to class!
I took to the footpaths, promptly becoming overwhelmed by the thousands of other students keen to get to class on time. Honestly, I was disoriented for a few minutes as people rushed by. Then in true form with rain spitting down, I made it fashionably late to my first class, Mass Communication Theories. The professor was calling the role. Yes, calling out the role like Grades 1-7 in junior school.
I had four classes that day with an internship meeting thrown in so I was pretty much all over the place, both mentally and physically. When my last class was over, I took a deep breath, walked outside, realised the clouds had cleared and heard bagpipes in the air. I'm not kidding there was a guy playing them outside the football stadium! Then whilst I was enjoying the beautiful afternoon and the golden light, I got lost walking back home. As I trudged up the hill back to Dobie, my legs ached like I'd run a cross country race. The exercise is much needed though, so I won't be complaining anymore.
The Dobie Center on a cloudy, Saturday afternoon
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