Maša's Chaotic First Day At Uni

We all have that one friend who plans everything down to the minute, packs their bag the night before, checks the route twice, and still somehow turns day one into an absolute fiasco. Meet Maša.Her first day didn't look like typical social media content—it was more like a pure-chaos movie. If you ever feel like everyone has their life together except you, welcome to the club.

Everything started on the train.

Maša did what any young, ambitious, responsible student would do: checked the route and left on time. Simple, right? Except checking the schedule doesn’t help much if you get on the wrong platform. She sat there, thinking everything was under control, until the conductor gave her a visit. Shortly after he scanned her ticket, he popped the question that made her stomach do a 360:

“You do know you’re going the wrong way, right?”

Maša jumped off at the next stop, sprinted across platforms, and pulled off the ultimate freshman move—texting her classmate: “Tiny problem, I may have accidentally left the province.”

First Floor: Wrong Doors

When she finally arrived at the university building, late and completely flustered, the real maze began. Panicking, she quickly checked her phone schedule and saw only two words: Fe.1. What an odd way to label rooms. What do these mysterious letters even mean? How does one even get there? Sweaty and frantic, she asked the first person on campus for directions, then ran up the stairs and popped into the first open door she found. She came in late-everybody noticed. Darkness everywhere, almost no seats left. It's either the first row or the last. Either way, she's going to have to make people stand up to get there.

Maša is seated, Laptop open, notebook out—she spent the next 15 minutes taking detailed notes. Everything seemed fine until she looked at her screen, then at the board, and thought, “Why is Creative Business suddenly so deeply focused on facility management?” The final hit came when the lecturer smiled at the room and said: “As future facility managers...” While making an excruciatingly embarrassing eye contact with the lecturer, Maša slowly lowered her laptop screen and put away her bag in absolute silence. She made her classmates get up again to get out of that row and attempted to make a swift exit. Yes, everyone noticed, again. No, she did not look back. And to top off the grand entry when she finally found her actual classroom? She dropped her metal water bottle down the stairs, watching it roll dramatically, emitting sounds like a tiny grenade with every step.