The first day of anything is always the hardest part. That is why I knew the first day of college would be no picnic. No amount of notebooks, pens or sticky notes, could prepare me for the new atmosphere I was about to face. I had to get used to a whole new set of classrooms, students and instructors. That was the only thing I dreaded.
In this dream, I will have an exam at 8:30am. Last night, I forgot to put an alarm on the clock and just slept. Because of which I was not able to wake up in early morning and I got late from college. It was already 8:00am and I was still at home. Afterward I got ready in 10 minutes and took a bus than train but unfortunately, my train got stucked in between which made me more nervous it was now 8:30am.
I pictured hard classes that I wouldn't be able to keep up with, people that wouldn't like me, long hikes to get to my classes, and horrible food. I couldn't imagine leaving the security of my own room, my own stuff where I want it, my friends that I've spent practically my whole life with, my family who put up with all my little quirks, and my car!! What was I going to do without my precious car? Some of my friends that had already been to college and had come back to visit seemed so much older and more mature. I felt twelve years old in comparison.
During this time I had now lost all contact with my old friends and spent all my time in my house. Every day was a struggle and it was so frustrating to feel so bad but have no explanation why this was happening to me or how I could get better. Over that summer I began to feel more like myself again and not so sick. I even was able to go to New York City and have a blast. I felt so good that by the first day of the new school year I was set up to attend El Dorado and get back into a normal schooling environment.
I spent so much time complaining about high school, I never really had anytime left over to just enjoy myself. There are so many experiences from high school we will all carry with us through out our whole lives and will ultimately help determine what kind of person we are. By the time the end of my junior year rolled around I was ready to get away, so I enrolled in the Running Start program. I felt I had outgrown all that school activities had to offer and I wanted to just get on with my life. But as many teachers have clearly demonstrated over the last four years; you never get too old or too mature to have a little fun in high school.
There are many problems in today’s society. Some of the problems most people would not even consider or notice until they are staring them in the face. For example, I have noticed a few problems right here on campus. When it rains, snows, sleets, or storms we have no shelter while we are waiting at the traffic lights or walking across campus to go to our classes. After walking around in the rain all day, trying to make it to classes on time, we end up sick and have to miss school.
After they stopped laughing and calmed themselves down they didn’t look at all pleased. This was because with the gate shut there was no chance of football, I had made them wake up early for no reason and make them walk and wait for me at school in the cold weather. As my punishment I had to suffer a few days at school of my most embarrassing moment ever! When it came to Monday my name was everywhere from the school newspaper headline to Graffiti on the wall. The question from everyone to me was “Is today the day you go to school or is it on a Sunday or a Saturday” or it will be “ I’m Mathulan and I love school so much that I come to school on a Saturday” with a burst of laughter to go with it.
This is a saying my papa states before he begins a story, he always tells you it’s “roots” or where the story begins. So as I was saying, I was born into a family that do not seem to own a clock. For me, my being late seems to cause me the most trouble with school. When I started going to high school, my mom had to take me all the way across the county to my school. The only way to get there was going by two other schools, and you never knew how the traffic was going to be.
Arriving and dragging my feet through the gate into the old, daunting school is probably the most unbelievably depressing part of the day. That is, until the clanging bell vibrates in my ear and I have to run to the classroom with a ton of books weighing down my back. To my disbelief I trip and make an utter fool out of my self, luckily my friends are laughing with me and not at me –I hope. Even though school is so boring, don’t get me wrong, I do rea... ... middle of paper ... ...ework now !” this automatically gets me crazy and I have sometimes a huge argument with my mum knowing that 99 percent of the time I’m going to loose and end up doing my homework. Homework is defiantly the most craziest thing anyone has ever come up with.
I woke up that morning sad, nervous, and maybe even a little depressed. I spent that entire day doing nothing because I wanted time to pass slowly I did not want Monday to arrive. While I was in a bad way my father on the other hand was excited for me, about twenty minutes after I woke up that morning my father said to me “tomorrow marks a very important and exciting day for you you begin high school.” this made it even worse he reminded me that it was tomorrow. That night was even worse I hardly got any sleep because I was so nervous about the next day. The next day dreadfully rolls around after a long depressing night.