Notes on my first class

Pre-class: Mid-morning, panic attack.
1) How do I get to The University? It’s in Center city and I have never driven in the city!
2) I don’t know the way. I have always, always driven only in routes that I am very, very sure of. Now, having to look into a map and drive, enough for panic attack 2!
3) Parking – The parking all around the campus would be full and even if I found one, it would have to be parallel parking! Whom am I kidding?!

Successfully, navigated through the above mentioned list. Now success is an operative word here. As I passed the exit we would generally take (when Eswar would drive, of course), had another panic attack in the car. I also see that the exit numbers were beyond what the map said. And then I see that this route takes me through , through center city and I see that the traffic is terrible! Another p attack when I think I will not reach on time. Anyways, reached on time, after many, many unsuccessful, ‘making a fool of myself parallel parking attempts’, park in a place where I can do my kind of parking , reach class in one piece and half an hour early. Hooray!!

In-class:
1) Met a geek(was spouting computer jargon as soon as he opened his mouth and had an answer for everything the Prof asked, show-off), a FOTB desi (I know, I am a snob)
2) I was tired. I should have bought a coffee before going to class. Blame it on sheer laziness. Lesson learnt.
3) I did not have a computer. The Prof had asked the students to get one in his mail. Lesson no.2: DO NOT PROCASTINATE!!! As usual, I had registered just the on the day of the course.

After-class:
1) Meet the Prof. to tell him that since I registered just that day, I do not have access to the internet (where all the information and HW is posted). He looks and sees that I already have a masters and he thinks that I should take up a higher level course. My ego is happy but my laziness is not. I will have to work hard if I take up the 3rd level course.
2) I am tired and I can feel it in my bones. Concentrating for three hours, okay two and a half is not an easy job. I remember in 2007 when Eswar would pick me up after my class, I would tell him not to talk because I had used up all my listening energy. That’s how exhausted I would be.
3) The drive back, one word, challenging – Switched on the radio, so that I don’t fall asleep and unfortunately for me they had a very interesting book reading going on. So, concentrating on the road, trying to read the map in the street lights as I am passing by, reading the street names, trying not to turn where the GPS was asking me to (luckily I saw the no turn sigh there, phew!) while listening to the radio, mighty challenging.