I love the first day of class. There's no teaching, and I get to see all the people making fashion choices they're gonna regret in a few weeks.
All downhill from there. That dude with the thick-rim glasses, fedora and denim jacket is gonna realize he looks like a serial killer, and I'm gonna have to actually do classwork.
Side Note:
I realize there's a decent chance of me being just as embarassed by how I look. That's why I chose a Spiderman shirt over the brand new 'X-Mark brand lawnmowers' shirt my dad gave me. Much as I love that shirt, and plan to keep it in good shape for ironic wearing, I don't know how well irony translates on first impressions. I'm waiting until I've been in enough class discussions to let people know I'm not ACTUALLY a redneck.