FDOC Freshman Year Disaster…

Here is the story about how my First Day of Classes freshman year went…

Furman is notorious for starting classes on a Tuesday (I know, weird, right?), but no big deal. I set my alarm the night before, I laid my outfit out, I made sure I had all my books for my classes, and I went to bed pretty early. In the morning, I woke up before my alarm, leisurely got ready, and was already feeling great about the day. Then I received the following text message from my mom:

“How was your first class Gracie??”

…I was puzzled. I texted her back, very sure of myself, informing her that I had not had class yet. Then she quickly replied with “Isn’t today Tuesday?” followed by a screenshot of my schedule I had sent her a few days before. My blood ran cold, my face turned sheet white and my heart began to race…

It was 9:45am. My first class was at 8:30am.

I didn’t know what to do. My 8:30am was unique in that it went until 10:20am, so should I still go? Should I skip it altogether? Do I go to my professors office and beg for forgiveness? I had no idea. The only thing I could think to do was to text my Summer O mom (a.k.a, Colleen Christensen) and ask her what I should do. She immediately texted back saying that the best thing to do would be to just go to the class and offer to talk to the professor after. So with that, I grabbed all my stuff and hauled butt to the art building and sobbed the entire time…

When I got to the building I realized I had no idea where my class was. The art building doesn’t have numbered rooms so I had no idea where to even begin. I finally found a professor with his door opened and asked where I could find Professor Bright for Photo 1. He laughed and said “you mean for her 8:30 section?” because at the time it was 10:00am. However, he could tell that I did not find his joke to be humorous and he patted me on the back and told me he’d take me to where the class was meeting. Right when we got to the door I asked him if it would be okay to interrupt class and suggested just to wait outside until it was over. He assured me everything would be okay and he even offered to walk in first. We walked in, my professor smiled, told me to have a seat, and proceeded on like nothing was wrong…

I guess what my take away point from this story is that you can always make (or try to make) something positive out of a bad situation. That was such a stressful 25 minutes for me and it felt like the world was ending. But what ended up happening? My professor was more than understanding, it became my favorite class, and I learned to always double check the date in my planner.

To all my high schoolers out there, I hope your FDOC in the future goes much more smoothly than mine. BUT if it doesn’t, guess what? It’s going to be okay.

So that’s all I’ve got. Until next week! Peace’n’blessin’s

OH! And here are some super cool prints I made during that awesome class.
(Everyone take Photo 1 with Bright for a VP credit, you won’t regret it)

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