My dad pulled over to the University I was going to attend and I stepped out.
It took me a moment to take everything in. Students were walking around in the area, some with their friends and some without. There was a wide, beige building standing in front of me in a mile’s distance and a huge board containing one red arrow pointing to the reception where all the newbies were supposed to line up. Well, I guess that’s where I go then.
I took a deep breath and turned to face my dad.
“Have a good time here, kiddo,” my dad said, rubbing my arm for comfort, “Always know that we are there for you.”
“Thanks dad,” I said.
“Bye, Sam,” he bid.
I didn’t say more and just hugged him really tight. All I wanted right now was support cause who knows when we’ll see each other the next time? It might be soon, but it may as well be quite far from soon as well. And the fact that I haven’t gone away from my parents for a week in the past two years didn’t help either.
“You sure you want to go in by yourself?” he confirmed one last time, raising his brow to check up on me. He was just being the over-protective dad he always has been. But he had to understand that this was my decision. My life. A new beginning.
I nodded my head. “I’ll miss you.”
“Same here,” he said and went for another hug. Soon after, he went into the car and gave me a sad smile before pulling away. Once the car was out of sight, I turned around, facing the college once again and picked up my not-so-very-light bags.
Following the directions of the boards to the reception, I made my way to the reception only to find a long line of students who were also waiting for their guides. I groaned internally.
The line was getting longer and longer by each passing minute leaving me to wonder how they were going to manage so many students. How do they even have so many dorms in this place?
Oh, right. They’re making us share.
It was approximately an hour and a half until my turn finally came.
“Name?” the lady asked.
“Samantha Anderson,” I replied, trying my best not to tell her that in a shaky voice due to my nervousness.
She nodded, adjusting her glasses to the bridge of her nose and clicking on the keyboard fast. Once she seemed to have found the information she needed, she pointed at one of the guides at the left-most corner of the room.
“You go with the first guide over there, but they’ll be leaving in another hour or so. You can take a seat in the meantime,” she told me.
Once again, I groaned internally as I didn’t want to get on anybody’s bad side on the first day.
I nodded at her before offering her a small smile and taking a seat which was the nearest to my guide. The man, who was my guide, looked as if he was in his late forties and had few gray hair appearing on the left side of his scalp. Apart from that, he had an expressionless face as he held the board up the board saying “Guide 1”.
With a deep sigh, I scanned the reception which was still increasing in the number of students. Since I had nothing to do, I took out my phone and played on it. It was the only source of entertainment apart from the nervous kids, including me, at that time.
Forty-five minutes passed by in a blur and I soon found myself in an urgent need to go to the washroom. Perfect. Why does this have to happen to me?!
“Excuse me?” I asked the lady who had asked my name earlier on, “Do you know where the washroom is?”
She nodded her head in a bored expression and nodded her head, “Take a left from here and continue going straight until you see the sign. From there take a right turn.” Well, that would be easy to follow! Just... keep it in your head, Sam.
I thanked her and got moving before she stopped me. I didn’t want to be a pain and have a bad impression on the first day of school, so I refrained from asking her to repeat it again. She looked irritated already and I didn’t want to push her buttons.
I followed her directions and turned the last right only to find a dead end. I must have messed up the directions!
Sh*t, sh*t, sh*t...
I was cursing, now in panic mode. I ran a hand through my hair before looking all around me frantically.
I gulped once before knowing that I was completely lost. I went back, follow the same directions I first came in but only got my own self stuck in that place even more. My heart was racing fast and my palms were getting sweaty due to all the nervousness that I acquired after realizing I was lost.
Damn this place for being so big!
I knew that the only way I could find my way back was if someone found me now. I shuffled from one foot to another as I looked all around.
There was no one.
Curse you, life!
Deciding that there was no point of me staying there, I made my move going somewhere I didn’t even know. The worst part was that I still had to go to the washroom.
Couldn’t they just build a washroom near the reception?
The next thing I know, I’m stumbling in front of me. In instinct, my hands flew out in front of my face to protect my face from hitting the floor only that never happened.
I opened one eye, wondering why I never hit the floor. I guess I was numb due to all the nervousness kicking in because as soon as I opened that one eye, I found a pair of hands around my arms, stabilizing me. I blew a shaky breath through my lips as relief flooded through me. Well, that was until I realized that I was still in that person’s hands.
Surprise took over and I looked up at who helped me. I was expecting someone friendly, to be honest, as he did in fact help me. But instead I was met with a guy around my age with hazel eyes and a scowl implanted on his face. Of course, this was my life we were talking about.
Normal in my life is like expecting rainbows with chocolate falling from the sky and unicorns dancing happily with it- which, before you fall into dreamland, will never happen.
“Watch where you’re going, klutz,” he commented. Oh, the first thing he would say is that. And klutz? Come with something better, like my name, for instance. Sam. It’s shorter even.
“What do you mean?” I asked, my eyebrows furrowed because I didn’t understand what he meant. I should watch where I was going? Yeah, say that to your own self as well, you douche. You can’t just blame it all on one person!
He rolled his eyes. “Great, an idiot,” sighing, he added, “You literally ran into me and you don’t even know?” Actually I did. But you ran into me as well. Who’s gonna tell you that?
“You could have moved,” I stated, biting my tongue to stop the very rude and sarcastic remarks that could come out any second now. Keep it in. It’s okay. You’re just really nervous, Sam. Deep breaths in and out. Control it.
“You should be thanking me,” he said, an angry expression on his face, “I did in fact just stop you from face-planting the floor,” he pointed out.
"Right,” I dragged out the word, before admitting to my own self that he did helped me, “Thanks for helping me,” I forced out, with a sickeningly sweet smile.
“That would have been better if you didn’t force it out, but it’s all right for now, klutz.”
I raised my eyebrows at him. He’s going to have to stop with the klutz or I’m going to have to punch him.
“Bye,” I said before muttering under my breath, “Hope to never see you again.”
With that, I turned to the other side continuing my trip to the reception.
“Klutz!” he called out.
I pressed my lips in a thin line, turning to face him once again. I know I did tell myself I would punch him but I didn’t want to get into trouble the very first day I get into university. I got in on scholarship that too, so they wouldn’t have any problem in just kicking me out. Which is not good- at all.
“What?” I asked, rather rudely.
“I haven’t seen you around here, meaning that you’re a freshman and I think all freshman are supposed to meet up in the reception, am I right or am I right?” he questioned, a smug expression resting on his face. He knew he was pushing all my button, that stupid, stupid jerk.
I gave him a flat look, before turning around and moving on.
“Hey, klutz! Listen!” he called once again.
Groaning, I turned around to face him once again. His scowl was long gone and in place of it was an amused smirk. My face had an annoyed and angry expression on it by then. Control, Sam. Control.
“The whole point of that was that you were going in the wrong direction. The reception’s there,” he said, pointing to the opposite direction I was walking in.
I clenched my fists in frustration, really close to blowing up. I took a deep breath in, and turned back on my heels.
“Of course!” I smiled at him as sweetly as I could. “I knew that, by the way.” Well, I tried to play it off casually but I have a feeling I don’t need to say that I’m failing miserably? Yeah, okay, it was obvious. Let me shut up now.
That was all it took for him to burst into laughter. I glared at him, hoping that he would shut up in order to not make this more embarrassing than it already was.
But who was I kidding? Thinking about a thing like that seemed like bringing hell down to Earth.
Once I was sure that he wasn’t going to stop laughing anytime soon, I just shook my head and continued walking on making sure to bump my shoulders with him hard before leaving.
It was only then that I noticed the jacket he was wearing. It was a football varsity jacket, meaning that there was a football team over here. I decided not to comment on it as I didn’t have intentions on playing it for a long time from now.
I didn’t know if I should have relieved that I met him or disappointed because he not only helped me twice but he also annoyed the hell out of me.
I was too deep in my thoughts, that I hadn’t realized that I reached. I also realized that my bathroom urgency was long gone. Like, seriously, if only I went in the opposite direction! It was all easy and clear from there!
The panic was back in when I realized that my bag was the only thing apart from the lady that had told me the directions of the bathroom. Worst of all, there were no guides.
Uneasily, I went in front of the lady once again.
She looked up from her computer screen and sighed, “You again,” she stated.
I fidgeted with my fingers nervously. “Umm...yes?” I questioned nervously, trying to laugh but failing due to my nervousness, “Actually I wanted to know where the guides-”
“They left,” she simply cut off.
My jaw dropped open. You have got to be kidding me.
“Where can I find them?” I asked, scared as hell. I don’t think I was this scared when I played my first football match against another team in high school.
“You won’t find them,” she said dully.
“Then how am I supposed to get to my dorm?”
She sighed. “What’s your name?”
“Samantha Anderson,” I replied as I looked down at the ground as if it was the most interesting thing ever.
“You’ll have problem remembering and knowing where you’re going as you missed the little tour and you may not know where other rooms are. In this case you’re just going to have to ask your roommate who will most likely be another freshman. Since I don’t think you know where all the dorms are situated, I’m going to have to call in a sophomore as most of the assistants around here aren’t free,” she explained. I just nodded in response.
“Hey, you!” the lady called out to someone behind me. I knit my eyebrows together and turned around to see the same boy who I bumped in earlier. He looked around to see if she was talking to anyone else. After seeing that their was no one around, he lifted his index finger and pointed it at himself questioningly.
“Me?” he asked rather dumbly.
The lady rolled her eyes. ”Yes,” she stressed out the word, ”you. Come here,” she called him over.
He raised his eyebrows as he strode over.
“Do you know where the dorms ranged from 300-400 are?” she asked.
“Yes. In fact, I stay there,” he answered, furrowing his brows as if he was missing the point there.
“Good. I want you to take this lady over here to room 347. She missed her guides,” the lady ordered.
“But-” he protested.
“No buts! I want her there immediately!”
He sighed, finally giving in. “Fine,” then he walked to another direction as if waiting for me to follow him.
I gulped, grabbing my bags and followed wherever he was going.
“It’s your first day in and you’re already giving me a headache,” he mumbled, obviously annoyed.
“Which year are you in?” I asked, deciding to change the topic before we ended up in an argument once again.
“It’s my second year,” he responded. I nodded my head at the new information.
“Is there a huge difference between the freshman and sophomores?”
“No, not really,” he shook his head lightly, “Just the study lessons, except a few. Break is done with everyone. It’s why the cafeteria is huge,” he laughed a bit, “Saying that it’s huge is an understatement but spite that, it’s almost always full.”
“Oh,” I commented, lamely.
“Yeah,” he bobbed his head awkwardly and pressed his lips in a thin line, “Oh, look, we already reached!” he said being overly excited as we neared the dorm room.
I nodded and pressed my lips into a thin line. “Yup, it was fast.”
“It was,” he agreed, but then added, “Surprisingly, you didn’t whine about getting tired.”
I gave him a flat look. “I’m not like that.”
“Oh, well,” he tilted his head and examined me before coming back to his senses. “See you later, klutz,” he waved.
I glared at him for the nickname. But waved nonetheless, “Bye.”
Without a word, he turned around and left, leaving in front of my dorm.
So much for making a good impression on the first day...
Worse than that, the first student I met was a jerk. But who could ignore the fact that he helped me... thrice?
Great. My life’s a mess.