A story
Gather 'round, children... I's gots a story to tell yehs.
So last night, I was all pumped to get to class. Granted, I still didn't have my PNC account information yet to check my E-mail or to access an on-campus computer, but I was sure I'd find out soon enough. No worries. My classes on Mondays are from 7PM - 9:45PM, so I took a quick nap at 5:30 - 6PM just to be all nice and toasty for the first day. I woke up at 6PM and looked outside. It was a dark, stormy night. My father came home and told me to be careful because of the rain. No rain would stop me from my first day, however. I hopped into my car, threw it on a country station, and turned up the radio.
At first, the rain wasn't that bad. I was happily driving and singing along to Toby Keith. About the time I reached 80/94, the sky grew darker and the rain poured harder. Then, the lightning struck in the distance and lit up the sky as clear as day for a second. Time to change music. I threw in my battle CD, filled with the likes of Apocalyptica, Slayer, and Dragonforce. To campus I charge!
After a long, arduous journey, I finally reached my destination at 6:45PM. Perfect, I'm 15 minutes early on my first day, I thought to myself. I noticed the parking lot was nearly empty, but I figured that (a) it is a stormy night and (b) I am 15 minutes early after all. I parked my car, grabbed my book, and took a merry stroll to the tech building. Once inside, I couldn't help but notice it was quite empty. Is PNC always like this, I wondered? Oh well, I headed down to TECH 003, the location of my first class.
From here, things took a turn for the worse.
I walked up to the door labeled "B003", and to my disappointment, it was locked and dark. at this point, I thought maybe "003" is on the first floor. It wasn't. 2nd floor. Not there. 3rd? Not a chance. Now I started getting worried. What if I read the schedule wrong? I called my dad to confirm it was "003", and he looked at my schedule and said I was correct. At this point, it is 6:58, and I'm really worried. I walk up and down the halls. Every room is locked. What is going on??? Is class cancelled? Has it been moved? Am I going mad???
Well, needless to say, after running around like a headless chicken until 7:15, I gave up and decided to head back home and find out what was going on. I was preparing in my head the apologetic E-mail to my professor for missing the first day.
The drive home was horrendous. The storm turned into an absolute torrential downpour. My windshield wipers could not keep up with the sheer amount of precipitation, and thus my vision of the road was something similar to what a drunk, half-blind man would see. I really cranked up my battle music at this point. On the inside, all kinds of emotions ran through me: sadness, anger, confusion, disappointment, fear, etc.
After miraculously making it back home, I stomped into the house and straight to the nearest computer. It's time to find out somehow what's going on. After all, I haven't received my account information, so how the hell was I supposed to check my PNC account E-mail to see if any notifications have been given - like class being moved or cancelled? So I went on to pnc.edu to find out what the heck is going on.
And then I noticed something on that web page that made me want to stab myself in the eye:
So last night, I was all pumped to get to class. Granted, I still didn't have my PNC account information yet to check my E-mail or to access an on-campus computer, but I was sure I'd find out soon enough. No worries. My classes on Mondays are from 7PM - 9:45PM, so I took a quick nap at 5:30 - 6PM just to be all nice and toasty for the first day. I woke up at 6PM and looked outside. It was a dark, stormy night. My father came home and told me to be careful because of the rain. No rain would stop me from my first day, however. I hopped into my car, threw it on a country station, and turned up the radio.
At first, the rain wasn't that bad. I was happily driving and singing along to Toby Keith. About the time I reached 80/94, the sky grew darker and the rain poured harder. Then, the lightning struck in the distance and lit up the sky as clear as day for a second. Time to change music. I threw in my battle CD, filled with the likes of Apocalyptica, Slayer, and Dragonforce. To campus I charge!
After a long, arduous journey, I finally reached my destination at 6:45PM. Perfect, I'm 15 minutes early on my first day, I thought to myself. I noticed the parking lot was nearly empty, but I figured that (a) it is a stormy night and (b) I am 15 minutes early after all. I parked my car, grabbed my book, and took a merry stroll to the tech building. Once inside, I couldn't help but notice it was quite empty. Is PNC always like this, I wondered? Oh well, I headed down to TECH 003, the location of my first class.
From here, things took a turn for the worse.
I walked up to the door labeled "B003", and to my disappointment, it was locked and dark. at this point, I thought maybe "003" is on the first floor. It wasn't. 2nd floor. Not there. 3rd? Not a chance. Now I started getting worried. What if I read the schedule wrong? I called my dad to confirm it was "003", and he looked at my schedule and said I was correct. At this point, it is 6:58, and I'm really worried. I walk up and down the halls. Every room is locked. What is going on??? Is class cancelled? Has it been moved? Am I going mad???
Well, needless to say, after running around like a headless chicken until 7:15, I gave up and decided to head back home and find out what was going on. I was preparing in my head the apologetic E-mail to my professor for missing the first day.
The drive home was horrendous. The storm turned into an absolute torrential downpour. My windshield wipers could not keep up with the sheer amount of precipitation, and thus my vision of the road was something similar to what a drunk, half-blind man would see. I really cranked up my battle music at this point. On the inside, all kinds of emotions ran through me: sadness, anger, confusion, disappointment, fear, etc.
After miraculously making it back home, I stomped into the house and straight to the nearest computer. It's time to find out somehow what's going on. After all, I haven't received my account information, so how the hell was I supposed to check my PNC account E-mail to see if any notifications have been given - like class being moved or cancelled? So I went on to pnc.edu to find out what the heck is going on.
And then I noticed something on that web page that made me want to stab myself in the eye: