I watched as my roommate opened the door and peeked inside. She stepped back and looked at me, “yup there are people in there.”
“Ok,” I said, “I’ll see you later. Thanks for coming with me.”
I gulped as she started to walk away. I did not want to be left alone here! But it’s not like I could just run away so I stepped bravely into the classroom and took a quick inventory of the seats. There were quite a few empty ones so I quickly chose one by the wall and sat down. I was absolutely terrified and the atmosphere in the classroom did not help. I could feel the tension thick in the air and I wanted to dive and take cover under the desk. The room did not seem cheerful and the tinted windows made the sky outside look overcast. Overcast… just like my future would be if this class ended up being horrible. It’s like the other students felt the same way. We were all silent which is not really normal for the first day of class.
Slowly more students started to filter and it became a little less intense. My biggest worry was if the professor was going to be an old stick in the mud. Then finally the moment came... Professor Stewart walked in and after a moment of talking the room suddenly transformed from a gray doomsday into a clear summer day. I was in heaven. I love writing and this class is my golden Willy Wonka ticket.
