It's the first day of class, and you're super excited to be in school again, so you come to class all bright-eyed and bushy-tailed. After you've made the climb up three flights of stairs to your classroom, you meet your fellow classmates and decide that this semester shouldn't be so bad. So instead of a normal class question, your teacher comes to you and tells you that we are going to define the word "writing." And you think you know what that word means, so you are just sitting there, like:

Except for you do care, especially when the teacher calls on you in class and you haven't done the assigned readings:

So then you try and formulate some kind of watered-down answer, but realize that you're kind of lost:

and that you should really catch up on your homework tonight. So when you get home, you sit down at your desk, focus really hard, and read everything that you've missed. And it all seems to make sense:

So you get to class the next day ready to run - or fly.

So then the next week rolls around, and you're confident because you've finished your readings. Well, you were confident, until your teacher tells you that we will be moving onto the Pencil. And honestly, it's been a while since you have actually used a pencil, so you feel kind of:

But once you pick it up, you have very few problems aside from a sore wrist. You come to class yet another day, and feel ready to write:

By Wednesday, you find that you really have enjoyed your time with the pencil; it reminds you of "the good 'ol days." The pencil has filled you with so many memories that you haven't encountered since grade school. The smell of the eraser and the pencil shavings, the endless possibilities due to the fact that your writing is not permanent. This week has become a real throwback for you, and you've enjoyed every, graphite-stained-hand minuet of it:

But unfortunately, you must say goodbye (as awkward as that might be, because you know that you will revert back to the pen in the next few weeks...):

Then, to your misguided excitement, class takes an interesting turn as your teacher introduces the typewriter unit. It's very strange, and you find yourself kind of missing the familiarity of a pencil or your trusty laptop, so you make some empty threats:

But instead, you decide to cooperate, and begin to work with the noisy, musty, and rather heavy piece of metal. However, due to the difficult keystrokes that you must take, as well as the added concentration to your assignments that are written on the typewriter, you kind of feel like this:

So you have a laugh with your classmates, who all look the same as you:

and begin your lab project, which turns out to be more difficult than you expected it to be:

So you take another look at what your classmates are working on:

and realize that you're all creating equally impressive projects... more or less. As you finish, you feel an overwhelming sense of completion (after all, typewriters are not the most versatile of text technologies...):

and decided that all that stress wan't really worth it. So you laugh again, happy, but mostly relieved, that this long week is over.

So now we have come to your favorite part of the semester. Your teacher tells you that today we are starting with Adobe InDesign:

And immediately, you feel right in your element:

And you are so excited to participate in class conversation and let everyone see exactly what you know:

And then your teacher says, "It's nice to have another expert in the class with us," and you feel positively ecstatic:

You know that you're good, and even though you've done nothing to hide it, you still try and control yourself around the other students, who haven't been using InDesign since their Sophomore year in High School. Until one of these accidentally slips out:

Oops...

And well, you're happy for at least one more day, until Thursday rolls around. And upon leaving class, you become sad, because you just know that you've peaked, and you must begin on another text technology.

So the final week of class rolls around, and you know you'll be okay, you're actually ready to take on the last week of classes! So you get to class, and because it's the last week, you've slacked off on your readings, and the teacher begins to talk about HTML coding. So you just sit there with a confused look on your face:

But then your teacher shows you how to complete coding (with the help of some outside websites too), and you finally get excited:

But to your displeasure, your teacher asks you to start coding some of this on your own. So you try it out anyway, how bad could it be?

And actually, it turns out to be a complete disaster:

So you try it again, but it still doesn't work. You're so frustrated and confused: why couldn't this coding thing be any easier?

So you sit with your teacher and figure out what you have been doing wrong. Turns out, you only had a few semi-colons out of place (duh, get it together). Then you try it again:

And this time? Well this time it looks pretty darn good, and you finally realize that everything will be okay in the end.