Freaks of Nature

1. Door 318

I, Jo Keeland, is officially a freshman college student.

This is pretty big deal to me considering I'm a stranger again in a place full of students that seems to care about other things. I know, I know we're all strangers here. Adapt they say. Join the crowd. Have fun. Enjoy. It sounds easy but to me it isn't.

Some people say college determines your future. It molds and defines your bridge to responsibility and success and freedom. God, that sounds heavy. Other people say this is that time when parties turned to a whole new level. Though, I don't have any idea what that means.

It is a scary place. I don't mean in a haunted house kind of way. I just feel like everything is cosmic. It is where I'm going to be stuck for four years of my life thinking if I've gone insane. It is where I have the ninja skills to cut my class my professor might not even notice. It is supposed to be exciting but it can also be intimidating if I don't know the path I'm taking.

Seriously though, that's my problem right now. I have no idea where my room is despite the fact that I have my schedule card on hand. It's like I've been put into an expensive plate where I'm not supposed to be in it or maybe I'm just the side dish because seriously, everybody is so different. I'm like the odd fish straight from the sea and they're like the tuna-in-can here if that even makes sense.

I look everywhere and most of them totally scream hashtag outfit of the day. There's even hashtag kicks of the day. My eyes can't take neon orange shoes and social media is getting ridiculous. They like to show off on Facebook connecting with Twitter and Instagram with their duck faces kissing the screen that makes you want to gag and they're not going to wear it the second time because it would make them less cool and brand is the deal here. When did college become a fashion show? Just sweater and jeans are so never be going out of style. High five there, Taylor Swift.

I stop on my feet. I have the sudden urge to bang my head on the wall. I always tell my nosy brain to mind my own business. I should not care about what they do. It's their lives.

Moving to a new town is less scary because no one really cares except my neighbor's German shepherd who constantly barks at me every time he sees me. I'm pretty sure that dog is a male. I don't know if I should be grateful that he even notices me.

It sucks that everything is new around me. Adapt again. At least a few blocks from our house is an Italian shop which serve the best thing invented in the world called pizza. It just literally solves everything.

I drag myself on the third floor of the Kennedy building. My card says the first subject Statistics 101 starts at 8:00 AM and I'm already behind by ten minutes.

Today is officially the opening of classes and I'm impressively late. It's automatically included in the firsts of my many firsts. Quite an achievement for my first day. Not bad. I'm trying to be sarcastic by the way.

I know I'm late but the hallway is still crowded with students laughing at each other pretending they're really interested with the person they're talking to. It's kind of sad when I think of it that way. I know I'm being the way who I am, mentally nosy and judgy at its best. In my head, we're quite the freaks of nature questioning why we are in college and that I have to stop talking to myself because I am so late.

That's the thing about me. The one of the many flaws of being human. I'm naturally nosy and judgy even when I'm trying not to. Unfortunately, I can't control the things running in my head. Though, everything should be good as long as I don't blurt it out and not offend anybody because it's worse in my head.

I check my schedule again. Where is room 318 anyway? I look at the door on my right side and it says 307. Okay, that means I'm closer by eleven doors. I walk faster backpack slung on my shoulder. I don't look at the room number. I just count every doors I passed by. I regret watching late last night. I should have been early so that I don't have to call their attention and explain my tardiness when I go to class.