I can't believe that I missed the bus on the class's very first field trip. Man, I feel so completely ridiculous, I don't even know how to describe it. Here's what happened:
My problems all started when I couldn't remember where the class was going to meet for the field trip that afternoon. Since it was only the third class, I didn't have any of my classmates' phone numbers yet, so I idecided to call the numbers of other students I knew whom were taking Colloquium this semester as well. After a bit of searching, I finally got a hold of my friend Danielle and I asked her if she knew where the colloquium class typically met for field trips.
"Well, my class met up in the main parking lot," she recalled.
"You mean the one where all the buses come to pick and drop off students?" I asked to clarify.
"Yep, that's the one."
What I didn't realize at the time was that we were referring to two different parking lots: she was talking about Parking Lot 7 while I was talking about the parking lot by the Student Union. Therefore, it was by the Student Union that I waited for the bus. Ironically, I had gotten on campus a hour earlier so that I would have time to eat and not have to rush to the bus. Ten minutes till, I walked out to the benches and waited for the bus. After five minutes of waiting, I started to get nervous because I still didn't see any buses besides the ones that drove students to the dorms and back. So, I began asking the other people on the benches if any of them had colloquium and could help me find my class. After a few of minutes of asking around, a girl finally suggested that I talk with one o the staff in the surrounding buildings to see if there was anyone whom could help. I quickly followed the suggestion, and one of the staff members was able to call a teacher she knew whom taught colloquium. The teacher then told her that colloquium classes normally met in Parking Lot 7...on the other side of campus. Thankfully the staff member was able to give me a map to where parking lot seven was and I ran as fast as I could toward my destination. Unfortunately, by the time I got to the parking lot, it was 2:15pm, and I knew that the bus was long gone. Still, I clung to the hope that maybe the bus was delayed, so I walked up to the nearest adults and asked them if they had seen any buses around. They turned out to be two professors, of what subjects I can't remember, and they told me that they hadn't seen any buses. I explained to them my situation, and they told me the buses normally meet over by the garage. Since there were no buses parked there, I knew that it was too late. However, one of the professors had once taught Colloquium, and he told me that anything I might have learnt in Corkscrew, I could learn around campus. He then went on to point out all of the variety of flora in view of the parking lot. He told me which ones were native and which one weren't, what the uses for some of the plants were, why the canopy of the trees dipped the way it did, etc. We even had the most interesting discussion on how plants can get frost bite just like humans. It was fairly enlightening, and it helped me to calm down from the panic attack I was starting to get from missing the field trip. The only thing left to do was email another professor so I could still get credit for the field trip.
My problems all started when I couldn't remember where the class was going to meet for the field trip that afternoon. Since it was only the third class, I didn't have any of my classmates' phone numbers yet, so I idecided to call the numbers of other students I knew whom were taking Colloquium this semester as well. After a bit of searching, I finally got a hold of my friend Danielle and I asked her if she knew where the colloquium class typically met for field trips.
"Well, my class met up in the main parking lot," she recalled.
"You mean the one where all the buses come to pick and drop off students?" I asked to clarify.
"Yep, that's the one."
What I didn't realize at the time was that we were referring to two different parking lots: she was talking about Parking Lot 7 while I was talking about the parking lot by the Student Union. Therefore, it was by the Student Union that I waited for the bus. Ironically, I had gotten on campus a hour earlier so that I would have time to eat and not have to rush to the bus. Ten minutes till, I walked out to the benches and waited for the bus. After five minutes of waiting, I started to get nervous because I still didn't see any buses besides the ones that drove students to the dorms and back. So, I began asking the other people on the benches if any of them had colloquium and could help me find my class. After a few of minutes of asking around, a girl finally suggested that I talk with one o the staff in the surrounding buildings to see if there was anyone whom could help. I quickly followed the suggestion, and one of the staff members was able to call a teacher she knew whom taught colloquium. The teacher then told her that colloquium classes normally met in Parking Lot 7...on the other side of campus. Thankfully the staff member was able to give me a map to where parking lot seven was and I ran as fast as I could toward my destination. Unfortunately, by the time I got to the parking lot, it was 2:15pm, and I knew that the bus was long gone. Still, I clung to the hope that maybe the bus was delayed, so I walked up to the nearest adults and asked them if they had seen any buses around. They turned out to be two professors, of what subjects I can't remember, and they told me that they hadn't seen any buses. I explained to them my situation, and they told me the buses normally meet over by the garage. Since there were no buses parked there, I knew that it was too late. However, one of the professors had once taught Colloquium, and he told me that anything I might have learnt in Corkscrew, I could learn around campus. He then went on to point out all of the variety of flora in view of the parking lot. He told me which ones were native and which one weren't, what the uses for some of the plants were, why the canopy of the trees dipped the way it did, etc. We even had the most interesting discussion on how plants can get frost bite just like humans. It was fairly enlightening, and it helped me to calm down from the panic attack I was starting to get from missing the field trip. The only thing left to do was email another professor so I could still get credit for the field trip.
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