Fuck-a-luck-a-ding-dongToday is my first day of the new university term (I'm a 3rd year BioSci major at the University of Alberta, thanks for asking), and I have a class in the relatively famous Tori Lecture Halls, a building on campus that contains 4 large lecture halls, each containing a minimum of 250 seats, the largest of which contains 495. What's interesting and incredibly annoying about the building is that it has 0 perpendicular surfaces. For those of you uneducated folk out there, it means that if you extended every wall and ceiling in the entire building indefinitely, there would be no right angles anywhere (doors are an exception, but even some of them are curved).
Anyway, more to the point o...
Fuck-a-luck-a-ding-dongToday is my first day of the new university term (I'm a 3rd year BioSci major at the University of Alberta, thanks for asking), and I have a class in the relatively famous Tori Lecture Halls, a building on campus that contains 4 large lecture halls, each containing a minimum of 250 seats, the largest of which contains 495. What's interesting and incredibly annoying about the building is that it has 0 perpendicular surfaces. For those of you uneducated folk out there, it means that if you extended every wall and ceiling in the entire building indefinitely, there would be no right angles anywhere (doors are an exception, but even some of them are curved).
Anyway, more to the point of my story, I had never been in the building until about a half hour ago when I walked in, followed the thronging hundreds of other nameless university students through the countless curvy, off-centre hallways and down the least useful staircases known to man (seriously, one person wide for a 500 student class? Come on) to what I thought was my classroom. It was labelled LB1, similar to what my class schedule said it would be (the class is Psycho 275 at 3PM in B1). I hop on in, take a seat, and begin to scout the numerous attractive women in the class, being careful to check their left hands. So far so good.
I continue this sweep of the "talent" in the room until I get a course outline handed to me. The title reads "Anthropology 101 - Introduction to Anthropology." I'm supposed to be in an advanced Bio-Psych class called "Brain and Behaviour." Clearly I am in the wrong room.
So out of the class I go, eager to check the other 3 lecture halls for "B1" without the L. As it turns out, the other classes are LB2, L11, and L12. I immediately whip out my laptop, sure that I'll find some magical solution to the problem on the good ol internet. I scramble for 10 minutes to find an internal map of the building, but all I can find is a campus map telling me where I am. Joy.
As the minutes pass by I begin to get anxious. If I miss this class I'll have to wait until Wednesday to scout the women in my actual class, and that's something I'm not willing to risk. I get desperate, asking passers-by if they know of this mystical B1 or have heard anything about Psycho 275 being moved last minute and not put on the website. I get a few shrugs, one concerned "I'm so sorry, I wish I could help," a few people who questioned my ability to read my schedule (which I then showed them, just to prove my point), and one "I don't speak English." After I finished wondering how someone who can't speak English is taking university courses in an English speaking university, I sat down, defeated, and checked my computer time, hoping I hadn't missed the entire class, and that by some miracle my guardian angel was going to guide me to it.
14:26
Wait a second...
I close my eyes and look again.
14:27
At this point I've realized what I did wrong, but I'm not willing to admit it just yet. Not until I check my watch to confirm.
2:28
The reason I showed up to the right classroom to the wrong class wasn't some conspiracy or a moved class, or even the fault of a Chinese exchange student who couldn't speak English. The class I went to contained 313 Anthropology students and zero Psych 275 students because I read my watch wrong when I rushed off to class.
Psycho 275 starts at 3. Anthro 101 starts at 2.
I'm a tool.
Thought I'd share that. I'm off to my Psych class.
