Sorrow follows me, wants to bring be down

Hey!

Yesterday I went to my first class at Uni - big deal I know! I haven't been to school for over six months but now I finally went back to old-school studies. One hour later I was on my way home, droping out of Uni.
What happened you ask?
Well, I went there all nervous and hopeful that the class I actually was accepted to (as my third priority-choice) would be more awesome than I expected. When I actually got there (my bus was like 20 minutes late so I missed the first lecture and had to wait for approximately 45 minutes until they had a break before the second lecture. Then, when people started slipping out of the auditorium I noticed: nobody's my age. Noone's even close to my age!
I was surrounded by about 20 pairs of judging middle-aged eyes (if not even a pair of senior-eyes, maybe even two) so I looked around, felt uncomfortable about the whole situation and the little mess I had put myself in - and left, releaved about the decision I've made.

When I arrived home (around 8 PM) I instantly felt satisfied with life (and my not-so-world changing decision) so I ate alot of sweets.
9 hours of sleep later and I'm still eating sweets. Isn't life awesome?