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| I made it through my first week of college life! Everything went smooth, even though I did miss a class on Tuesday and the entire week consisted of reading each course syllabus. Monday I have math and composition. Two things that I hope I will never have to worry about ever again after this semester is over. I know I should have tested out of the math class, but I guess there's nothing wrong with an easy A. As far as composition, I have a feeling that it could possibly be my most difficult class. I barely made it through comp in high school, and this class is much worse. We have 3 big projects, but I dont think that essay writing is going to be my problem. I can research, and write out an essay doing my best to cover my tracks of copying and pasting. Whats going to kill me is going to be the journal. I have to write three pages in a journal every week, to make a minimum of 39 pages by the end of the semester. I could easily write a journal if the entries could consist of stuff like this: Today, I woke up and decided that 11:00 was just too early. I went back to sleep and woke up around 12:30. I got something to eat out of the fridge and went back up to my room. I sat around waiting for one of my friends to call me and invite me to go somewhere tonight. No one ever called, so I ate some more and went back to sleep. But no, these journal entries have to be super-descriptive. Some of them cant even be about personal experiences. There were some suggested topics in the course syllabus about my opinions on different issues. Well, Im sorry, but when I wake up at 11:00 I'm not thinking about AIDS, drugs, nuclear weapons, or capital punishment. I know that the only way that this journal is getting done is if I tackle it now, and write some "journal entries" ahead of time. If Im going to write well thought-out and descriptive entries, there's not going to be anything spontaneous about it. Tuesday I have an Anatomy/Physiology lab at 12:00. I like this class so far. I can go to the teachers website to get notes, announcements, etc. AP lab is over at 1:59, which gives me 1 minute to make it to Psychology at 2:00. That means that if the lab ends on time, I have to fly down the hall and slide into a seat in Psychology before it begins. I didnt have to worry about that this week though, because I didnt go! I misread my schedule and thought that I only had Psychology on Thursdays! Dammed abbreviations! At 4:00 I have Gerontology to round out the day. Wednesday On Wednesdays I have my AP lecture. I also have Math and comp again. Thursday I have Psychology, and thats it! After that I have a 3 day weekend! Thats whats up, bitches! So, I hope I wasted your time with my schedule. Come back soon, so I can waste more of it. On a side note: I went to see Without A Paddle tonight. Good, funny movie. |
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| Im sitting here typing my latest rant out at 1:45 AM, you know I have nothing better to do. As you may or may not know, I will be going to college for the first time this fall. With new experiences along the way, a lot of people get excited about the coming year. It's funny though, they dont get excited about specific things. Incoming freshmen wont tell you outright (for the most part) that they're really excited about meeting new people, about the college partying, or any of the other "behind the scenes" stuff like that. They base all of their excitement and chit-chat on one day. One day that is gaining popularity faster than Micheal Jackson's fondling of little boys...."Moving In Day" Im sure that if you're a newcomer to college, or you're "in" on any of the college talk, you know that the main topic of discussion is "Moving In Day". Students boast about it, even the parents of students boast about it. Im typing this right now to let everyone know that all of the talk is starting to get very old, very fast. Since when has moving in to a tiny dorm room been reason to create excitement over one day that is quickly trying to overtake Christmas? Students and parents alike are treating this day as if the incoming freshmen were being moved overseas. Everyone that you talk to will tell you that the dorm room and everything that comes with it is the ultimate "college experience". They use that a lot. You can't experience college without staying in a dorm room. I, personally, am not staying in a dorm room when I go off to that far away land also known as college. I am going to be commuting. Of course, you could say then that my rant is a little biased. I never had a choice to commute or stay on campus. I'm going to a community college. There are no dorm rooms. I did have a choice though to go to a college where I would have had that option. I can honestly tell you, I still wouldnt have seen whats so awesome about sharing a room with someone that I may or may not have been able to stand. I know people that are commuting to other schools. Are they not "experiencing college"? I would love, just once, to have a gossiper define for me "experiencing college". I always love the quote that you hear from those same people. It usually goes something like this: Most schools (or My school) suggests that you atleast stay on campus your freshman year to be able to experience college. Yeah, and you know what? Gillette just came out with a study that shows that most women prefer clean-shaven men! Why, in the name of the Almighty Dollar would your school suggest that you didnt stay on campus? Also, I think an interesting statistic would be the drop out rate of these schools that suggest you should "experience college". I dont have the time to dig that one up though. I know WVU's is pretty high. I'm so sick of hearing about moving in to dorm rooms. It is hard enough for me to type out this post, because I dont even want to bring it up again. My main point here is this: While you're sitting around making me listen to how you're going to "experience college", your dumbass is going to be the first to fail out. Then you can ask yourself where all of that fun went when you're making my Big Mac and fries. If you're going to boast and brag about something, make it worth it. Brag about the first college party you go to. Brag about the first girl/guy that you end up sleeping with without even knowing their name. But dammit, quit bragging about the day that you moved your bed sheets and soap into your tiny dorm room! |
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