First Day of School

I woke up this morning at 7 a.m., and then reluctantly hit the snooze button on my cell phone, in order to allow my eyes a few more glorious minutes behind my eyelids. Knowing what lay before me today on this first day back at school, I knew that I couldn't sleep past 8 o'clock. I needed to get to school by 9 in order to snag my ideal parking spot, lock my bike up by Crawford Hall, hop on the elliptical for 20-30 minutes, and then head off to my first class of the day at 11 a.m. My agenda for the day was a full-proof plan. Little did I know, that my parking lot was being used and occupied by the University of Texas football team, who was using our athletic facilities to train on, prior to playing in the up-and-coming Rose Bowl game in Pasadena. Nevertheless, I was obliged to pay a whole 8 dollars to park in the nearest parking structure for the remainder of the day. Talk about a scam.

After I was suckered into purchasing a parking permit, I made my way over to the athletic trainer's room with high hopes of having a decent elliptical session. But again, little did I know that the trainer's room would be blockaded by security and police enforcement--due to the presence of U. Texas' football team on campus. Once again, much like how I was deterred from parking in my usual and convenient (not to mention, illegal) parking spot, I was again prevented from even entering my school's athletic training room-- at least until 1:30 p.m.-- completely defeating the purpose of arriving to school at 9 a.m. But I'm still solid, and in one piece. I wasn't going to let this "off" morning shake me.

I decided that I would merely elliptical after our 2 p.m. track practice. Coincidentally, come 2 p.m., our team wasn't even able to meet for our first official track practice of the season at our own track. The Texas team had it blocked off as well. Holy Moses.

My first class starts in an hour. At 11 a.m. I will get a taste of whether or not I'm even interested in the topic or theme that this English 102 class has to offer me. Then, I can decide whether or not I want to drop the class. Hopefully 19th Century Melodrama will be as interesting as I imagine it to be. Unfortunately, it wasn't. I'll probably drop the class this evening.

I'm a little cold right about now. I have a pair of running tights in my track backpack--which also just so happens to be filled to the brim with my pleasure reading, running shoes, 2 extra t-shirts, my day planner, i-pod, my trusty hairbrush that I use (only) for putting my hair in a pony-tail, and other miscellaneous-yet-necessary items. But I won't be able to change into my tights until after track practice is over, and I'm headed to my younger sister's basketball game around 7 p.m. Even if I didn't change, it wouldn't be the first time I've worn my short maroon-colored running shorts out in public. It's just about noon, and my second class is just about to begin. I can't help but think about how the rest of the day will pan out...