first day of school

So today was a first day of school. First of all, I couldn't find my first class. I went to one room and looked around and thought "Yeah these people aren't in a political science class" and it turned out to be a weight-lifting class. So I looked it up in the computer and ended up going to another building and another room. As soon as I walked in and saw the professor, I knew it wasn't the right professor, so I had to go to the political science department and find out where my class was. I ended up having to go back to the original building I looked in the first place and FINALLY found my class after running around in the heat and sweating my ass off. Second, I went to another class and somehow ended up not being enrolled, so then I had to go argue about it and get added on to that class. Luckily I know that professor pretty well so he helped me out. Thirdly, I went to my Sociology of Murder class and it was FULL of giggling sorority girls and jocks...and guess which jock was in that class...the same one that was in my summer class and now it looks like he'll be sitting right next to me. During this whole class he and the other sports people were jabber-jawwing away, although there was a whole funny conversation about some guy who put on 25 pounds of muscle and the guy was like "So what did you take to do that, I know its not from working out, better not get caught." I think the teacher for this class will have a hard time controlling it. My Chinese class, which I have summarily forgotten everything from the first year already, is way the hell on the other side of campus and we actually did a lesson today...I mean really who in the hell has class on the first day? Apparently nobody studied over the summer so it was pretty much the Chinese kids doing all the talking. Not that I'm a segregationist or anything but I think if you are taking a foreign language that you already know fluently, well there should be a separate class for those people because they answer all the questions before anybody else has a chance to even think about it, which sucks especially when participation is like 1/3rd of our grade. I clearly have senioritis going on. I think I probably should have taken 500 level classes to be around more of my cohorts and less sophmore silliness, but I was trying to take the shammer, easy way out and now I'll have to pay the price. Also, I'm not sure what it is but so far all of my Chinese professors have had weird little tics. The first one, who I adore, cleared his throat a lot and made this weird throat noise all the time. The second one, Meanie Xianshang, used to laugh all the time, except it was a nervous giggly sort of laugh that drove me crazy. This new professor says yes all the time, except not in context or anything, just periodically throws a yes into the mix every ten words or so. In the long run it doesn't matter because they are the nicest professors around with the best demeanors, I'm just making an observation.