My favorite thing about the first day of classes is getting utterly lost in a familiar place.
Just as some children are born without arms or legs or certain vital enzymes, so was I brought into this world with no sense of direction. You wouldn’t scold that poor child and ask him to grow a new limb or not turn bright red when sharing the room with a bottle of tequila, would you?
Telling me to learn my way around accomplishes about as much, with the added threat of annoyed, uncoordinated violence aimed in your direction.
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