The First Week of Class as Told by “Harry Potter”

It’s that time again. College students everywhere are waking up in their dormitories, dragging themselves out of bed, and trudging to classes to hear the same syllabus speech at least three times. Here is the first week of classes as told by Harry Potter.


All that useless information at the required floor meeting in the dorms.



When faced with the decision of whether or not to get up for that 8 a.m. class. It’s only the first week. It can’t be that important, right?



When you make a poor choice in regard to whom you sit down next to.



Fighting the urge to correct that one know-it-all who tries to impress on the first day but ends up mispronouncing all the big words they throw into their speech.



When the dining hall finally serves a meal that is edible.



What goes on in your head when someone raises their hand with one minute to go until the end of class…



When those people you sat next to in class last semester don’t wave back when you pass them on the sidewalk…



You got lost on your way to class, your coffee spilled all over your notes, and you learn that you have to read 90 pages by Tuesday. What on earth did you do to deserve this punishment?



When every professor seems determined to convince their students that in the “real world” they will be penalized heavily for being late even in the case of a 100-year flood, serious injury, and even death.



… and then the weekend finally arrives.

Amy Hogan

I was 9 years old when I discovered the magic that is “Harry Potter.” I am a proud Hufflepuff and exceedingly good at eating, reading, being sarcastic, and over-thinking small tasks. Since I spent too much time worrying about the correct way to write this bio, this is all I was able to come up with before the deadline.