Damn YOU 666 Class!

I had my first day of school yesterday. The beginning of my day was suppose to start with a 7:00am class, or so I thought.

This is how it all went down. I wake up for my P.E. class at 5:30am and leave my house at about 6:00am to beat traffic. I have to jump on the freeway now that I’m attending a different college for the year. So now I’m in a new campus trying not to get lost. That’s why a few days before school, I found all the rooms where my classes will be.

All except the P.E. class. For some reason, I just couldn’t find it.

I looked for a worker on the campus but there really was none. The library had no librarian, and the main office was staff-less despite both these places being open for the students.

Eventually, I find someone to help me and she tells me that this P.E. class I was looking for is off campus. Where it has the location on my schedule, it says foot 103. It turns out, foot is short for foothill St.

So I hopped in my car and went to foothill St. I wasn’t sure where on foothill I was looking for. I came back to the school and parked near a park. There was another P.E. class meeting there so I just joined them. I got the attention of the teacher and stepped to the side with her to seek some help.

I told her I couldn’t find this gym for my P.E. class, Section number 666. I was showing her this through the college magazine that has all the classes. She pointed out to me that this class is in bold and that means it’s a pm class.

I then noticed the “p” at the end of the time.

If you think I wasn’t embarrassed enough, it gets better.

As I’m walking back to my car, she yells out to the class, “Class, I just want to remind you, the bold classes in the school registration magazine mean pm!”

I walked away with my head down on that one.