The Narrative of Kurt & Becky

First day of the semester.

I wore my best outfit.

So in order to get to my 08:00 class on time I needed to be at Becky’s house at 06:30 so we can carpool and get parking spots.

The thing about the school we go to is that there are over 35,000 students that go to CSULB. There are about 10,000 parking spaces. (To be fair, I have no idea of the actual number of parking spaces) Notwithstanding, there are many more students than there are parking spaces, which makes traffic and parking unfun.

After Becky and I drove to the Beach that is Long from the Beach that is Huntington, we found a fairly close spot (in Lot 1 if you checked the map). We then had to wait in our first line of the day: Daily parking permit line. Since neither Becky nor I had paid for parking before hand, we needed to pay for a daily permit ($3.75) to park for the day. There is no grace period at Long Beach.

Becky and I trekked up the hill to our first class in LH-150 and LH-151, respectively. For those of you following along at home, my schedule has been updated. I went into the big lecture hall and started for the seat I occupied last semester in this room (I had Biology in the same room) when I hear someone call my name. I look around and it’s my friend Lee. Fantastic.

The professor goes over the syllabus and dismisses us. I head over to the Social Science and Public Affairs building to find my next class. I have never had a class in this building, but this semester I have two here. Crazy. Found my class, sat in class. Same yada-yada went over syllabus… blah blah… one thing this professor did mention that perked my ears and made my bowels quiver and my pancreas scream were the words “group project.” Bpppbbfffttt (it’s pronounced just how its spelled) I say to that sir! I loathe group projects. (rant) All it is an attempt of laziness on the professor part while passing it off under the pretense of “building classroom relationships.” If I wanted relationships I’d go to a party. I’m there to learn. (/rant)

After that, I marched back up the hill to South Campus to go to my Physics class. This is the second part of a class I took last semester (340A last semester, 340B this semester). That fact made this class introduction interesting. We had about thirteen people in 340A last semester. There are nine in 340B this semester. Two are new. The classroom is the same, the professor is the same. Instead of going over the syllabus and all that jazz, the professor just walked in and picked up where he left off last semester. It was kind of humorous. Except that it is school.

After the physics lecture, it was back to the SS/PA building for my California Government class. This professor seems to have a sense of humor, so that’s a plus. He seems a bit scatter-brained, but that’s okay.

After government, lunch. and a photo. or two. Becky’s lunch is from 12:30 to 13:45, and my lunch is from 14:00 to 15:15. So that sucks. Today at least my class got out early so we were able to stand in line for lunch together. I went to Taco Bell. Becky had already stood in line and eaten at Carl’s Jr.

Becky has her last class at 14:00, so while she was class-ing and I had already finished lunch-ing, I went to the library. Now, all through last semester I’ve been wanting to read this book called Surely you’re joking, Mr. Feynman! because it was recommended to me by my good friend Alfred. I did a search for the book and saw that it was checked out. Well, the page had a date when it was due, so I checked back later. The due date had changed! So I checked back later! This time, the dues date stayed the same but the book stayed checked out. So I thought I would try again this semester. Today day is said, “Status: Check shelf.” Yay! I did as instructed. No book. So I checked out Harry Potter instead. I guess I’ll finally read these. I stood in another line to check it out.

My last class, Linear Algebra, was more of the syllabus goings-over. During this time, since Becky was finished with classes for the day, she headed off to the bookstore to gather our overpriced books. Gathered she did. Stood in line she did. Bought our books she did. Hurt the bank account it did.

After I got out, Becky and I went to go stand in another line to get our parking and carpool passes. The parking pass ensures our car won’t get ticketed and towed and maybe spit upon. The carpool pass ensures we can park relatively closer to where the classes take place.

We walked back to our car, our bags full of books, our hands full of parking enforcement rules, our heads full of class information, and our stomachs empty. On the way a couple of guys playing volleyball by the dorms hit the ball in our direction. Mind you, the ball traveles no where near our actual location, just in our direction. In all truth, he was closer to where the ball finally came to rest that we were. Still he shouts, “Little help!.” We were too confused to do anything. “Help with what? Homework? School just started, surely you can’t be overloaded already. You couldn’t mean you would like us to travel out of our way off the sidewalk to over half the distance between us to retrieve the ball with which you are engaging in recreational activities.”

Whatever. We sat in a line of cars to leave.

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