Freshman Frenzy: When Everything That Could Go Wrong, Did

Alright, so it’s been a few days since I last updated the blog, but cut me some slack—I’ve been busy moving into my dorm, figuring out where the heck my classes are, and trying not to starve without an ID card. But don’t worry, I’m here now, ready to spill all the tea from my first day. 

So, picture this: It’s Sunday, and I’m all cozy at my friend’s place. Monday morning rolls around, and I’m up at the crack of dawn (okay, more like 7 AM, but it felt like dawn). I threw on some clothes, hopped on the shuttle, and arrived at my dorm bright and early at 8 AM. Classes start at 9 AM. No stress, right? WRONG. 

Plot twist—I had no ID card. And without an ID, I couldn’t get into my dorm or, more importantly, access the meal plan. Yep, I was about to face university life like a true warrior: hungry and homeless. I thought, “No big deal, I’ll just swing by the LBJ Center and grab my card real quick.” But life had other plans.

I had no clue where my classes were, and time was ticking. So I threw on my backpack, fired up Google Maps, and prayed for the best. Spoiler alert: Google Maps and I are no longer on speaking terms.

Somehow, by the grace of the campus gods, I made it to my first class at Flowers Hall with five minutes to spare. I sat down, pretended I knew what I was doing, and we basically just talked about the syllabus. Easy peasy. But then came the real challenge—getting to my next class. 

I had ten minutes. Ten. Minutes. And I thought I had it all figured out. “Derrick Hall, here I come,” I thought, with all the confidence of someone who actually knows where they’re going. Except, I didn’t. I ended up wandering around, asking people where Room 322 was, only to realize I was in the wrong building. 

Enter my fairy godmother—a kind professor who saw the lost-puppy look in my eyes and took pity on me. “You’re in the wrong hall, sweetheart. You need to be in Centennial.” Of course, Centennial was right next door, but who has time for details like that? She walked me over like the hero she is, and I finally made it to class-- ten minutes late. Naturally.

I snuck into the back, found a seat, and what do I hear? Nepali voices. Because of course, I’d find my people in the middle of this giant auditorium. Homesickness? Cranked up to eleven. The class flew by, though, and before I knew it, I had 1.5 hours to kill before my next one. Time to tackle that ID card mission.

So, I teamed up with another Nepali girl I met (they’re everywhere, I swear) and we decided to head to the LBJ Center to get my ID. We hopped on a shuttle, fully expecting a quick ride. Twenty minutes later, we’re still on the bus, realizing we could’ve just walked there in three minutes. But hey, who needs common sense on the first day?

Once I finally got my ID, I did the logical thing and beelined for the nearest food. Veggie wrap in hand, I felt like I’d conquered the world. But the day wasn’t over yet—Calculus was waiting.

This last class of the day? Totally unexpected. The professor walked in, handed out cards, and told us to form groups based on our card numbers. I ended up in a group with an Indian guy and a local. Our first task? Discuss what “respect” means. Yeah, you read that right. Here I was, ready to dive into some equations, and suddenly we’re talking about feelings.

But honestly? It was kinda nice. We wrote down our personal “class rules” to make sure everyone felt comfortable enough to ask questions—no judgment allowed. And as someone who’s been both a math nerd and terrified of asking the wrong question, this was a game-changer. By the end of the class, I actually felt confident enough to, you know, raise my hand without breaking into a cold sweat.

After the class, I headed back to the dorm, and my dormmate and I hit up the Commons dining hall. Another meal swipe down, but guess what I found? RICE AND BEANS. Whoever said meal plans suck clearly hasn’t tried this place. I had a full-on feast: rice, beans, cheese pizza, and cake. Yeah, I was living the dream.

Then, to top off the day, we took a trip to Target because I needed some milk, batteries, and other essentials. And let me tell you, there’s something oddly satisfying about taking care of yourself—especially after a day like that.

I think this will be it for today cause I am real tired and have loads of assignments to submit.

see you all (idk if I am gonna be consistent but one thing I can say is I will never ever stop updating)

btw this is my dorm room and ya the table is quite a mess but i like it that way!