Well, here I am, in college, sitting in one of the cafeteria… things. Bakery Hill, to be exact. Brilliant place. Very cozy, well, mostly cozy. With a first class at 11am, I’ve got quite a bit of time before I need to get anywhere.
I appreciate the fact that my fellow college…. goers… keep to themselves quite a bit, but it’s less lively than I’d like.
I partly feel like moving to a more secluded area, partly like suddenly attempting to joke around with random people. That part of my psyche, for the sake of my psyche, I shall stifle.
It’s interesting to observe the things happening around me. A whole range of cultures all together, simply… being. I think I’ll enjoy the atmosphere. It’s quite homely, honestly. Perhaps I shall approach random humans and find my Catholic brethren here.
Anyway, what am I saying…? Right, the first day! First days are packed with all sorts of happenings. First days are when you step, blinking, into this new, distinct world that is high school, college, a job, or lots of other things. It’s a unique experience, and I think that they’re to be appreciated highly. Slightly intimidating, but that might just be me. I was walking around for a good 20 minutes, looking to sit down away from other people, but finally, I settled myself – in complete opposition to my normal routine – in the not quite center of the room.
I’m still here, in fact.
Oh, and now, I have reached the “1 hour and 30 minutes left until the first class” mark. The anticipation is mounting. My bag is just sitting here, and I don’t much fancy picking it up again, but whatever. Twiddling my thumbs, waiting.
~ Time is slipping through my fingers, If I’m not living then I’m losing, losing, The sound of every second passing ~
I’m mostly certain that I saw a Catholic person, which is quite joyous. And right now I happen to be staring out the window at a prime hangout spot on a stairwell. I think it’s the south, by the position of the sun, but my calculations tend to be inaccurate. Slightly inaccurate.
1 hour and 15 now. English Composition. English Composition. English Composition. That’s when I get to learn how to better structure my writing, because right now, it’s pretty unstructured. Although that in itself is a structure. I believe it’s called flow of consciousness. Modified of course, to fit the needs of a blog post, but yes, this post is less ordered and more chaotic than my others, perhaps due to the fact that I am now in a school environment.
What I want to say about first days is rather short and to the point. Be excited! Be ready for a fantastic year, and view it not as a hardship, but as an opportunity. You’ll meet people, you’ll (hopefully) learn new things, and you’ll have an adventure that will last in your memory. In a good way, just to clarify. And if you’re worried, put in the hands of God, and just do your best. That’s really all you can do. So just do it (Yeah, I’m referencing that video)!
Well, I’m off now. Time’s passing by, and I’ve got just a little over half an hour until my class.
“Let’s see what we’re made of. You… and I.”