Yesterday was to be my first day of classes. I got up at 7:30, got ready for the day, and walked up to school. I had planned to arrive early because the location was not in my course catalogue, and I needed to find out where to go. Well, I arrived at the Graduate School office at 9:15, push open the door, and realize that it's locked. Apparently the grad school office doesn't open until 9:30. This is slightly unsettling because my class was supposed to start at 10:00, and again, I had no idea where it was to be.
Well, 9:30 rolls along and I hear the click of the door signaling that it will open if I push. I push, and lo and behold, into the office I go. I present my quandary to the man behind the desk, who had been kind enough to finally let me into the office. He looked confusedly at my paper, typed a few things into the computer, looked confusedly at the computer and finally decided, after about 10 minutes that he couldn't help me. Instead, he sent me over to the Moray House School of Education, as the course in question was part of the MSc in Education program.
By this point, I'm simmering just under the point of panic; I don't want to be late for my first class in grad school. So I rush over to the land of future teachers having no idea really of where I was going or what I was looking for. I popped into the first office I could find only to be told that it was the wrong office and that I should go back to where I came in and go to reception in the little white house at the front. There was no 'little white house' where I entered, only big stone buildings! But I couldn't tell her this, so I just went in the direction she pointed. And there it was - the little white house.
The reception lady was very nice when I came in. She apologized for the confusion and proceeded to look up the issue. But she couldn't find a solution either. At this point, it was 10:00, and I was starting to prepare myself for walking into class late...on the first day of school. Well, the woman in reception didn't give up. She made a call - I don't know to whom - and whoever it was had an answer. The answer, you ask? The class will be offered second semester and had been put on the wrong list. What a waste of an hour.
So instead of Philosophical Foundations of Education on Monday mornings, I will now be attending Ethics in Education on Tuesday mornings. Beautiful. So yes, today was my first day of classes. And I rounded out my afternoon with my second class - Childhood, Children, and Children's Rights: Theory into Practice. Fascinating, eh?
Okay, now other happenings. Yesterday, a friend an I took the bus out of the city center to visit our Scottish friend who gave us a tour of her high school. Now, this isn't just any old high school. This school, Fettus College, was the inspiration for Hogwarts. Whoa. J.K. Rowling was all over this town. It was quite an interesting trip. Red ivy covered the headmaster's house; towers poked up into the sky; the old stone bricks held the stained glass of the chapel where the students have assembly every morning. Really cool place.
And after we finished at the school, we took a little jaunt across a park and into the Royal Botanical Gardens. They were beautiful. And the sun warmed the scene that afternoon, too. We went into the nursery, walked under the arch in the hedge wall, smelled the roses, and I even fed a squirrel. A lovely afternoon, it was. We walked into town after the gardens, grabbed dinner near campus, and met up with some other friends to celebrate a birthday. All in all, a good day.
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