Crying for a different reason

Walking into that first classroom, just walking through the door, I nearly peed my pants. I'm serious, I had already locked myself out of my room and left the paper that had what room I was supposed to be at in my room. As I looked at the faces of the kids, I could have sworn everyone was glaring at me. I decided to trust my instincts and vote that it was my class. NEVER have I felt so scared, as the professor began to call our names I started to panic as my name wasn't called. A scary 10 minutes later, she announced that was one class out of her 3. I began breathing again, and I'm pretty sure my heart started to beat again. Needless to say I was in the right place and as class began to take place, it was more like we where having a conversation with her, not a lecture. She handed out a piece of text for us to read, and then a sheet with different values listed on them. We were to pick our top 10 and then top 3. I did as was told, almost mindlessly and didn't even think about what I would choose until I read the descriptions underneath the different values. All of a sudden it was hard to pick between respect and honesty or trust, which came first? It was there in black and white, so simply put, but not at all. That's when my brain kicked in. Why was I doing this? What did it matter to her what my values where? Then I realized, I'm in college, everything matters, what I believe and why, what I think, what I say, what I do. Things like knowing where your family, and how you feel about the way you where raised are important. But most amazing, was that, not once did anyone mess around, everyone WANTED to be there. We where all learning because we wanted too. I nearly started to cry, I never thought I could want something so much ever again. And yet here I am so excited for my classes to begin that I want the weekend to be over! I can't wait to see what else is going to happen, and I can't wait to learn more!