I'm using Parokya ni Edgar's song as my blog title not because the song's being played like all over the campus(okay, maybe that was a bit exaggerated, but it was indeed played repeatedly.), but because my first day was really funked-up. Take note that I'm using the word "funk" in this sense:

funk(1) informal
· n. (also blue funk) a state of panic or depression.

Let me summarize the whole experience to you:
It all started when I forgot that it was Tuesday and stupidly thought that it was Monday. (Ooh, can you sense the upcoming tragedy now?) My classes for MTh require me to wake up at 6:30 am and leave the house at 8:00. My classes for my TF classes, however, start 1 1/2 hour earlier, and I have to wake up at 5:00 am and leave at 6:30 am. Since I thought it was Monday... *sighs* You know what happened. I missed my first class. STUPID ME!!!! >:-(
And no, my stupidity didn't end there. The whole time I was still perfectly unaware that it was Tuesday and that I should therefore follow my Tuesday sched. And so, I went to the College of Science auditorium to attend Nat. Sci. 2 (which is, of course, a different section.) I had been listening to the professor and chatting with my seatmate (not at the same time, haha) for about an hour already when the professor requested that we line up and get our classcards. And so, I lined up, brought my form 5 with me, and was even puzzled when the professor said that my name was not on the class list. Too bad I had not overreacted and panicked. If I did, that would have embarassed me more.
"You're in a different section!" announced the professor to the large class. "Now, class, check your Form 5s, you might be overexcited and forget that you don't have nat sci classes until Thursday." I was like, (^_^) (x_x)

I felt my cheeks burn and suddenly just wanted to be invisible. I said a quick goodbye to my seatmate and left the classroom, hoping I wouldn't hear the class burst into laughter right after I closed the door. (And fortunately, they didn't. They must have just thought of how absent-minded I was.) You could imagine how much I hated myself at that time. Banghead I just realized that I had already missed one class, and now I'm going to have to miss another. It was already 11:15 and I felt so drained, so depressed, so in funk by my embarrasing moment that I just wanted to slump down somewhere and eat.
Waaaaaah!!! And I thought my freshie first-day was bad enough! (I had to ask where this and that building was located, and all those freshie questions.) That day is nothing compared to this day. My First Day Funk.

(If you're reading this, please make no mention of this post to anyone, not even to me. I do not want to talk about this anymore.)

Lorraine made this up at 6:25 AM