So I had a block of time between my American Heritage class and my Intro to English Major so I came home and started my blog before heading back to campus. Well, my English class was the only one I had not been to yet so I had no clue where it was. Being the prepared little student that I am, I looked up where it was at right before I left for campus. I look down and read HBLL, and for those of you who are not familiar with the abbreviation, the HBLL is the library. The extremely vast library that covers FIVE stories and a huge portion of campus. So where was my class located in all that constitutes this vast library? If you can answer that then you should have talked to me three hours ago because I was clueless. My best bet was to just walk into the library and hope I could find it. Straight into the windowed building I went and right past the campus police desk I saw my first sign. It read: "If you are looking for any of these classes (it had a list of room numbers which mine was on) then you are going the wrong way! Head right out those doors and go around to the south entrance."
This is where I panicked.. I wasn't about to be the painfully obvious freshmen girl who made the amateur mistake of coming in the wrong entrance. No, I couldn't risk the embarrassment of anyone noticing that I was lost. So I did what anyone would do; kept walking in hopes that I could still reach it from this entrance. Walking along my merry way down this bustling metropolis of all that is knowledge and learning, it seemed, I came upon that same sign. Why?! Why could this sign just let me get to my class without having to turn around and feel the shifting glances as I awkwardly change course. But on I went until I reached the third one of these signs. It was as if someone was screaming at me, "Just turn around already before you are late!" Luckily right up ahead there was a bathroom and I thought to myself, "This is my chance." I walked in, waited a few moments, washed my hands and headed out. Finally turning myself in the right direction so I could backtrack out and find my class. Eventually I did make it to my destination and just on time too. If I had let one more sign pass me by before turning around I don't think I would have made it.
I found this kind of comical, even when it was happening, that it is so relateable to what some of us do all the time. We start going in the wrong direction, and at one point something makes us realize this. But to save ourselves from the outside world recognizing that we made a mistake, we continue on our way. This my friends is a combination of pride and stubbornness. It would have saved me so much time and trouble if I had just turned around at the first sign but because of my focus on outside notice I kept on going. Honestly, if I had turned around I might have caught a few passersby' notice but who knows if they would have thought anything of it. I was of little to no importance to them yet I held all of their anonymous opinions at high enough of a regard to not turn around. I truly hope that next time I am put in this situation, whether literally or during life, that I will have the strength to forget my pride and turn around at the first sign because who knows how many I will get.
