Personal Narrative: My Trip To Florida State University

When looking back on my time at Florida State University, nothing comes to mind more so than my trip to London. While in my freshman year of college I was afforded the opportunity to study abroad during spring break. I was enrolled in a cultural anthropology course, and jumped at the chance to travel with a small group of students. My summer and fall semesters had left me feeling disconnected, so the chance to get to know people on a personal level while sharing new experiences seemed ideal. For an entire week I was eating differently, sleeping differently, and learning differently. This was exactly what I was looking for. We went to countless museums, cathedrals, and even took a day trip to Stonehenge. My friend Thomas and I, which I would

When the week was over and we went back to our normal routines in Tallahassee; no one kept in touch. I find that to be true of many relationships that I have formed while at Florida State. This doesn’t exclude my relationships with professors. During my most recent semester I was attending calculus study groups weekly in fear that the class would eat me alive if I didn’t. My professor led these study groups, so I figured she knew my name, or at least what class I was in. One day when our session ended, I came up to ask her a question and she replied, “Alright, who is your professor?” She didn’t even recognize me as one of her students. I had been putting in hours of work with someone who couldn’t even identify me. I was just a number to her. When I came and toured Eckerd I immediately felt a sense of comradery that was missing from my current setting. I sat in on a class, and as the students poured in they all greeted each other and were talking until the professor hushed them to begin her lesson. This was foreign to me, because in my large classes at Florida State, everyone comes in, finds a seat, and scrolls on their phone until the professor begins