Claustrophobic much?

School has begun with a rush of energy and a lot of mishaps. To start I have a new email that I did not even know I had. The school set it up for me, and it also set up my Moodle account. Moodle is an on line class room where teachers post lecture notes, essays, grades, assignments etc. I think you get the general idea. The Moodle and new Gmail account were not set up by me, but the school automatically set it up. I believe this was done to make my life easier.

This set up only complicated things in the bubble of Staci that I currently live in. Over a week ago all my professors sent me an email that included the syllabus, their email, assignments due, and reading for the first week of class. I did not get any of this information until the first day of school. To say I was frustrated was an understatement. Discombobulated is how I would describe my mind state during this first three days of class. Most of the information I was given just aggravated me, and confused me further.

Monday after school I ran home to try to access this email account I had. However, I did not set up this email, and did not even know my log in name or password. I searched my CSUN home page for any information on how to get onto my email. Finally after 30 minutes I found my log in, but still did not know my pass word. There was also no clear explanation of how to get my password. Finally after an hour I called the IT line at CSUN.
It turned out I needed to log out of the schools portal to gain access to my new Gmail account. The person I was speaking to told me my password was the same as my log in for the school, and same applied for model. I asked how I was supposed to know that. He told me I was sent that information in an email. Guess what He was right, but I only found out he was correct after I logged onto my new email account that I did not sign up for.

The log in instruction was the first email that was sent to an account I did not know I had, and that I had no access to. Awesome! Then I realized I was a week behind in my reading, but I got all caught up by Wednesday. So not that all that was out of the way I could hunker down and start to study. I have, but the classroom situation is also a little out of hand. In every class I am attending there are a minimum of 60 people, and a maximum of 120.

Every class that I am enrolled is at capacity, but the first week a lot of students try to add classes. Over 50 people in each class have been trying to crash the course. In a lecture hall that can only accommodate 120 people there are over 200 people crammed into the room trying to add the course. I wish I could say I am used to it, but every semester it makes me so uncomfortable.

I am a small girl, and I am not even 5 feet tall. When everyone towers over you, and you are jammed into a class room that has standing room only, and there is a person against every wall it is hard not to feel overwhelmed. There is a sea of people crowding around me, and it makes it hard for me to breath. The first week I always sit next to the door, so I can flee if I really need to. By the end of the school day I am so exhausted from the fear of being trampled by a mob of taller than me people.