My first day at school

You don't really want to forget your timetable and your phone so you can't find out your timetable. You don't really want to get lost a few times. You definately don't want to get a copy of the time table to find out that it was the wrong one and you're 45mins late for the most important class.

You especially wouldn't want all this to happen if you were actually there, not for yourself, but to assist Afcab a deaf student.

But actually all these things did happen. My first day working for Afcab, was totally one of those nightmare experiences that should only happen when you are asleep, so the blow is cushioned over all by your incedibly comfortable bed. It was when i got to somewhere in the building where every door seemed to say on it, "To enter here, you must wear protective clothing," that the panic pot started to boil over. I couldn't even find a pay phone to phone Lucia to find out the room number.

Gosh. But weirdly and incedibly, although it was quite awful, it wasn't terrible. Does that make sense?

Afcab didn't even turn up for his first class and i sat there with the sixteen to eighteen year olds and learned how to write a formal letter. I eventually did find him later on and it all worked out...kind of.

The college is a bit of a joke, it's mostly about going on MSN and playing those games where you run around and shoot people form the perspective of the guy holding the gun. Somehow it made me want to be a teacher.