Well to start I would like to say sorry for the break between blogging, but college is getting a bit harder in the sophomore year, who would have thought.

I woke up from that first night and was glad that I had one day behind me, as some say it can only get better and I hoped that that applied here. I was going to step into a college classroom for the first time, and honestly I was nervous. How would the teachers treat me, and of course how would the other students treat me. I woke up bright and earlier for my 8 am class and headed out of the dorms main entrance towards the school, it seemed many were doing the exact same thing. But I noticed that many seemed already like zombies and walked very slow with their heads down.  I attributed these actions as grogginess but could very well be a lot of other things.

As the reasonably long walk was ending I approached the building in which I would be spending the next four years of my life in. It seemed like a giant gate into oblivion of knowledge, whichever you happened to chose based on your actions. But nonetheless, I walked to class sat down and looked around. Once again I noticed more than half the class seemed zombified, or at least quite under the weather. The teacher walked in and class started just how I had imagined it, we went over expectations and schedule, and how the teacher wanted to be treated. There was no mention about our satisfaction though and I assumed this was intentional.  Over the next few days this happened many times, new sheets, new expectations, and new teachers. But not many new friends, I found a group to work with that seemed very focused, and I was quickly growing my relationship with my roommate. Overall my first week as a freshie wasn’t all the bad, but it wasn’t that great either.