Freshman English turned into College Writing Seminar (Proper name: Shit they damn well should have taught you in Highschool), which was bundled with Information Access (Subtitled: Mouse Use and Word Processing 101), and Extended Orientation (AKA: Don't get drunk and have promiscuous unprotected sex while high, mkay?). 5 credits, divided into 3 courses, and you were allowed 1 absence total in each, or you failed the whole goddamn five credits. And even though I had a 4 on the English AP, and a 5 on the CompSci AP, and the common sense God gave a dog, I couldn't get out of CWS, IA, or EO respectively.

My Extended Orientation session was 8:00 on a Monday. And, again, miss it more than once? Fail the things I should have tested out of on top of the thing that was no use to me. Yeah, not fun. At least the class eventually started meeting over breakfast in Baker.

Aside from that... well, in the MA/CS Department I was apparently known as "the best student you never see." It was a weird moment during the parent visitation thing in my first semester, because the head of the department knew me, told my parents about how well I was doing, and I hadn't had a class with her yet.

To this day, that's how I describe the JC to people - "A college so small, there were professors who knew my name, and I didn't know theirs."