Every unfortunate moment you’ll experience within the first week of classes

The beginning of a new semester means getting a fresh start and forgetting about all the classes you barely passed in the fall. You get to escape from home because last month involved entirely too much family bonding. However, with all the excitement of going back to school and seeing your friends after the long hiatus that was winter break, you forget that the first week of classes is simply the worst for so many reasons.

I don’t think I’m supposed to be here

No matter how many times you check and double check your schedule, you somehow manage to end up in the wrong classroom. It’s always awkward when your professor says, “Welcome to chemistry,” and the fact that you’re a COM major means you should never have entered the science building in the first place.

Sitting in the front when you definitely shouldn’t

Sometimes you automatically have to sit in the front of the class because you’re low-key legally blind, but when your professor is one of those people to constantly interact with the front row, you curse your stigmatism. Might as well take the L and sit in the back to avoid ever answering questions, even if you can’t see a thing.

Knowing no one

You established all these great connections in every one of your classes last fall. Having a friend in your class gave you the interdependent relationship you need to survive college, but a new semester leads to so many questions, like whether you know anybody in your class or not. When you roll up to Stats the first day and see nobody you know, you plan for a rough next couple of months.

When am I supposed to eat?

You don’t know your schedule well enough yet to plan when you’re going to eat your meals. You think 20 minutes between your lectures is enough time to drop by the GSU real quick, but you quickly realize that will never happen. Next thing you know, your stomach keeps growling in your 300-person lecture and you wish you never got out of bed that morning.

Lacking a real syllabus week

“The first week of school is going to be so great. We won’t have any real work, and we can just party every night!” -every student before they remember they go to BU.

Syllabus week isn’t real here, and the hopes of going out on the first night of classes immediately diminishes once you step into your first class.

Not having your textbook

It’s the worst when your professor asks those with textbooks to raise their hands and 99 percent of the class does, but you’re not one of them. You curse the BU bookstore, Amazon, and yourself for not getting your shit together in time.

Showing up late

You forget how long it takes to walk everywhere, and, of course, you still don’t have your schedule figured out yet, so you’re constantly showing up late. You also definitely don’t know where any of your classes are because you’ve simply never heard of the Math and Science building. It’s not awkward at all when you walk into your lecture and everybody stares at you because your professor is in the middle of doing introductions and going over the syllabus.

So. Many. Stairs.

After staying completely sedentary over winter break because you only moved from the couch to the kitchen, you forget how much energy it takes to walk any distance. Not to mention, you forget how much energy it takes to walk up three flights of stairs in CAS. After you’re severely sweating and completely out of breath, you know you have to take the elevator next time.

Oh hey, I know you

Like I said, a new semester means new people are in your classes. You’ll probably walk into a lecture, see every boy from Pike and Sig Ep, and you’ll trip over somebody’s bag while you’re creepily staring at them. First impressions are the most important.

Wait, the syllabus said what?

You were still in vacation mode when your professor sent out the syllabus, so of course you saw the email and completely closed out of it, and then forgot to look at it later. Meanwhile, everybody else in your class seemed to have read through it meticulously, printed it out, and learned that work was due on the first day of class. Whoops.

Even if the first week of class is completely tragic, you’ll soon get back into school mode again and relearn how to do college.