First Day

Okay, iamgine a s bad scene out of a movie...a comedy movie...like maybe Airplane! or something...First of all, it took me an hour and forty minutes jsut to get to the Friday Center parking lot. So, naturally, I was about 10 or so minutes late to my first class-not good. Now, picture this, I am out of breath from walking across campus 9not too hard to believe) and going up a flight of stairs. I am in the stairwell, trying to catch my breath, when some young dude, opens the door for me, as if he sensed I needed some help. So, I find that my classroom door is the first one I see-and it's closed. I gently open it to find 49 people look up at me. I silenced the room! People were going around making their introductions. I look for a seat. There is one left-0first row, all the way in the back. I realize I must take off my backpack, to fit my wide load (my butt and my backpack) through the skinny aisle. As I reach for it, both bags just fall straight to the floor-THUD!! And then the straps fall out of my reach, so I have to bend over and then there flies out a "mmphh" (Jesus, could it get any worse, really?) I manage to pick them up, feeling red and hot, and trudge to my seat. By the time they get to me to say my introduction, I am still out of breath. Alright, the worst must be over. Then the teacher speaks. CANNOT UNDERSTAND HIS ENGLISH ONE BIT!! Great! A whole semester of this! He starts notes on the board-the chalk whistles, and apparently he does not notice or it doesn't bother him, because it does it for the rest of the class period.
OKay, next up...French class. I was ready for the teach to come bounding in speaking French and at some point speak some English to at least go over rules. And that was pretty much how it went. What I did not expect was this (this is an ELEMENTARY FRENCH class-one for people who have never taken French or who have not had much experience)....she sais to us "All class periods will be spoken entirely in French. If you speak English, your participation grade will go down. (she goes over the syllabus and course information), then..."Does anyone have any questions about the class? This is the last itme you will ever be able to speak English". God, help me! I mean, what happens to "aller, means to go" instead it's just "allez" and you figure it out yourself:) And she is my only American teacher so far!
Next up....introduction to programming!