I stood outside my first college class more nervous than ever. My hand shook violently as I reached for the door handle. It only took three seconds to reach the doorknob, but in my mind, it took an eternity. I could feel the sweat run down my forehead as I ready myself for a classroom filled with hundreds of students. My high school teacher alway told me, “ My class had about three hundred students…” and I always replied “WOW”. I opened the door and it was like a flash blinding me. The blurry image began to clear, and what looked like a huge class turned into a normal classroom. The sweat drop on my forehead was quickly wiped and I hurried to my seat. When I sat down I looked around analyzing everything I saw. The other student faces were blurry because I didn’t have my glasses. From what I could make, the look on their face said the same thing about mines. As I looked around my eyes made contact with another student. The awkwardness filled my head as I quickly moved my eyes to the farthest corner. There I saw the plain white wall that slapped me in the face when I stared at it.  The plainness of the wall gave off a feeling of emptiness that gave me goosebumps. I rubbed my dotted textured arm as the emptiness grew as I kept staring at it. It looked like it was staring into my soul; It was painting a picture of how I was going to fail this class.  I realize that I blanked out and refocused my attention back to the class. My eyes made their way to the teacher of the class. I imagined my professor to be serious and dressed up. To my surprise, she was dressed normally like any other teacher at my high school. My initial thought of this scary big college class with the most intimidating teacher slowly disappeared.  I thought to myself, “College might not be so different after all’.