Philology- workin' on it!

Okay, so last Thursday was supposed to be my first philology class. It was at 7 so I woke up at 5:30 AM. I get to the building with minutes to spare. I'm fed, I'm in the right building- I'm even slightly awake. Things are lookin' up. However, when I arrive at the room in question (Letras 114) there seems to be a decided lack of philology classes currently meeting. Like zero. Whereas I was expecting at least one. I as the first student I see what class we're in. He says English. I ask him if he knows where philology is supposed to meet. He says he's blind.

So I asked a blind guy for directions. Not the best sign.

I run around Letras trying to get a hold of a schedule or something. I look at all the doors where they have posting of the classes that are held in that room. Nuttin'. I go upstairs to the school of philology offices and there's a big listing with all the classes, times, dates, and rooms.

Intro to Philology - 0700-950 M 0114
Now for those of you who speak English as a first language (myself included) that M might not mean a whole heckuva lot. But in this case it meant that I had woken my ass up at 5:30 for pretty much nothing. M stands for Miercoles which is Wednesday. For some reason I had gone about the last 3 weeks thinking that my class was on Thursday. So not only had I needlessly awoken at an monk-worthy hour, but I had arrived 24 hours too late to my first class.

I can imagine some people being pissed or embarrassed at the situation at hand. Me, I was pretty surprised. In essence I just received the punch line of a 3 week practical joke I had played on myself. I wandered across campus giddy and with my mouth open. I was aware of how ridiculous I must've looked to the other students which only made me laugh more.

But all was not lost. I figured I should probably find a new class, seeing as how I skipped out on the one I signed up for. I find out that there's a theater class meeting at the same time as my imaginary philology class so I make it there, this time only 40 minutes late. A marked improvement over my last attempt.

The class is awesome and (because I can't legally take two art classes) I decide to audit it. I'm still hanging onto my philology class, so now I have one less free day and one more 7 am class. But still, I think it'll work out okay. If not, I can always sleep through it.

So in conclusion, I still have no idea what philology really is. I'll let you know tomorrow, assuming everything goes as planned.