2008 Woodie Awards
On College: Trials and Transitions
Rebecca Rose
Issue date: 2/1/07 Section: Features
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Can someone please tell me again why I was so eager to get back to school? Where is the appeal in the public bathrooms, the lack of privacy, the pressure and stress of school work? Why was I excited to get back to the daily sleep deprivation? Tell me why I was eager to leave the comfort and safety of my home, my mother's quality home cooking and the love of my family.
As I walked into the dorm building on the first day of my second semester at Marist, I was once again flooded with wishes to return home to my parents. I was reminded of bad cafeteria food and late nights of work.
It is because of these things that I was forced to make a transition from an extremely comfortable home life to my lackluster life at college. I have to share a room once again, but this time with a person I actually know and enjoy.
I have only been here for two weeks, more or less, and I have already been bombarded by an inconceivable amount of work. In fact I think my brain is going to fall out on the desk in front of me. This transition, although it seems highly stressful and extremely overwhelming, is made better by my realization that everyone around me is trying to make this transition too.
I am not alone in my thoughts of bad food and public bathrooms, or in the stress of college. I am among peers, people who I like and to whom I can relate. I can put away my fears of making my transition from home to school and can deal with the everyday pressures of college life.
After two weeks of being on campus, my stomach no longer aches when I eat the cafeteria food. I have already spent more money on useless things than I had intended on spending during the first weeks of school. I'm going to try and work on that.
I'm starting to enjoy the company of my friends here, and unlike my first semester, I know what college professors expect of me. I've become aware of the fact that I have to stay awake during class and I DO have to study. No matter how much I want them to, my favorite TV shows cannot come before my homework.
With this second realization, I can say with extreme confidence that this semester is looking to be a lot better than the last. I will get better grades, make more friends, learn how to manage my money better, and be O.K. with the mediocre food and living conditions. I am fine with that and I am happy to be back at Marist, stronger than ever and with more determination to reach my goals. Perhaps it was this determination that kept people from reminding me of the downsides of being back at school.
As I walked into the dorm building on the first day of my second semester at Marist, I was once again flooded with wishes to return home to my parents. I was reminded of bad cafeteria food and late nights of work.
It is because of these things that I was forced to make a transition from an extremely comfortable home life to my lackluster life at college. I have to share a room once again, but this time with a person I actually know and enjoy.
I have only been here for two weeks, more or less, and I have already been bombarded by an inconceivable amount of work. In fact I think my brain is going to fall out on the desk in front of me. This transition, although it seems highly stressful and extremely overwhelming, is made better by my realization that everyone around me is trying to make this transition too.
I am not alone in my thoughts of bad food and public bathrooms, or in the stress of college. I am among peers, people who I like and to whom I can relate. I can put away my fears of making my transition from home to school and can deal with the everyday pressures of college life.
After two weeks of being on campus, my stomach no longer aches when I eat the cafeteria food. I have already spent more money on useless things than I had intended on spending during the first weeks of school. I'm going to try and work on that.
I'm starting to enjoy the company of my friends here, and unlike my first semester, I know what college professors expect of me. I've become aware of the fact that I have to stay awake during class and I DO have to study. No matter how much I want them to, my favorite TV shows cannot come before my homework.
With this second realization, I can say with extreme confidence that this semester is looking to be a lot better than the last. I will get better grades, make more friends, learn how to manage my money better, and be O.K. with the mediocre food and living conditions. I am fine with that and I am happy to be back at Marist, stronger than ever and with more determination to reach my goals. Perhaps it was this determination that kept people from reminding me of the downsides of being back at school.
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