Day 1: First Day, New Drama
“First days are supposed to be fresh starts, right? A chance to turn over a new leaf and show the world a more organised, put-together version of yourself. Well, not for me.
The day started with my alarm blaring at 6:30 a.m. Did I get up? No. I hit snooze three times and woke up at 7:15 in a blind panic. My first lecture was at 8:00, and the bus I needed to catch was leaving in 10 minutes. I brushed my teeth in record time, grabbed the first pair of jeans I saw (which turned out to have a ketchup stain from last semester), and ran out the door.
Of course, the universe wasn’t on my side. The bus was packed like a can of sardines. I ended up squeezed between a guy carrying a giant backpack and an auntie with a bag of durians. The smell was… memorable.
By some miracle, I made it to campus with five minutes to spare. That’s when I realised I had no idea where my first class was. I stood in the middle of the hallway like a lost tourist, staring at my schedule. Room B-207. Simple enough, except this campus has three different blocks that all start with “B.” I followed a group of students who looked like they knew where they were going. Spoiler alert: they didn’t.
When I finally found the right room, the professor was already mid-sentence. I tried sneaking in quietly, but the door creaked loud enough to turn heads. Great start.
The lecture itself? A blur. Something about the fundamentals of supply and demand, which sounded simple until the professor started throwing equations on the board. I nodded along, pretending to understand, while secretly wondering if I’d accidentally signed up for advanced calculus.
After class, I decided to treat myself to a nasi lemak from the cafeteria. Big mistake. I tripped over a chair leg and sent my entire tray flying. The sambal landed on my white shirt, of course. As I stood there in shock, a kind cafeteria worker handed me a tissue and said, ‘First day, huh?’
By the time I got back to my dorm, I was ready to call it a day. I flopped onto my bed and thought, Well, it can’t get worse than this. That’s when I remembered: I still hadn’t checked my schedule for tomorrow.
Lesson of the day? Always double-check your alarm and never trust a group of confused-looking students to guide you. Here’s to the rest of the semester—it can only go uphill from here, right?”