Flayyan Narrative
Finally, my chance to join the college of my dreams, Penn, had come. I had looked forward to this ever since a friend took me there for a visit. The University of Pennsylvania was a large institution full of history. Not only was it an Ivy League university, but it also boasted of several prominent people in the United States such as the business mogul Donald Trump. Many preparations had to be made before I left for my first semester at Penn. My parents were scared of the idea of me being far from them, but they had to accept my independence. Leaving home was heartrending but my excitement surpassed the poignancy.
The beautiful, green, well-trimmed, hedges welcomed me into Penn. Large, colossal buildings were everywhere. They were magnificent, and they spelt out perfection. Multitudes of other students were walking all around me, probably attending their lessons. A set of tall trees lined the path towards the admissions block. They had widely spread branches that provided a pleasant shade especially when it was too bright. I accidentally bumped into another student whose name was Andy. He extended his hand for a handshake, and we left for the admissions block in order to obtain our lesson schedules and the keys to our rooms.
This process was faster than I had anticipated, and I was glad because the jet lag was taking effect. Coincidentally, Andy and I shared a room, and I was glad since the one friend I had at the university had turned out to be my roommate. The room was small, comfortable, and brightly painted. It had a delightful mahogany reading table and closets that were rather small. I liked the room a lot, but I could not help but miss my own room back home. After unpacking, we had a light meal, and I was introduced to Alex and Tina, who would become good friends. The night was uneventful, and the next day was my first day of actual school. I woke up early and prepared myself. Afraid of getting lost, I read my lessons and directions to the venues. I had only two lectures and, even though they were introductory lectures, I did not want to miss either of them. At around ten minutes to nine, I left the comfort of my room for my lecture that was scheduled to begin at half past nine. The short walk to the academic section seemed longer than it had the previous day. I attributed this to the fear that I had of getting lost in the colossal university. The fact that Andy was not with me may also have increased my fears.
The lecture was to take place in the Wharton school that was in the “outskirts of the institution” as the map stated. After following the instructions provided on the map, I arrived at the Wharton school. I headed directly to room 2b and took a seat at the back of the class. At around ten minutes past nine, and aged man walked in with some books in his arms. He was undoubtedly the professor. To my surprise, he put down his books and immediately started writing something on the board. I had expected an introductory class to be a little more lenient and easygoing. However, when he started the lesson, the grievous mistake I had made dawned on me. I contemplated leaving, but my location at the back of the class would draw too much attention to me. This was the wrong class; it was an advanced calculus lesson while I was to get to an arts lesson.
I decided it would be better to remain in the class. “Yes young man at the back?” The lecturer had just asked me a question. What was I supposed to answer? What was the question again? Instead of answering him, I just stared back at him, plainly. “I have never seen you in my class before, are you sure you belong here?” Again, silence. The student next to me asked if I was lost, and I nodded. By this time, the whole class was giggling as they stared at me. The student next to me told the lecturer that I was a freshman and had come to the wrong class. With this, the whole class burst into laughter. The lecturer told me that I could leave, and he gave me directions to the class I was to attend. Utterly embarrassed, I left the classroom and went directly back to my room. “What a superb way to begin college!” I thought to myself. It was indeed a memorable first day of college, and one of the most embarrassing days of my life.
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