My First Class

Wednesday was our first day of classes here at college. I stressed out all Tuesday night organizing and reorganizing my books and notebooks. To tell you the truth, I was so unsure of what college really was. All a person hears is that it's so different from highschool in every aspect. I had no idea what to expect. I kept getting this terrible image that everyone would show up with laptops, and I would be sitting there in the middle of the classroom with my bright orange notebook and pen. Tuesday night I went to my RA. I asked him all of my questions about what to bring to class and what exactly to do. He was really helpful. He told me that basically everyone uses notebooks, thankfully. Also, he told me that getting there early is a good idea so that you can have a good seat in the front. He said that this would help out with acheiving a personal relationship with the professor, and help me pay attention. After checking my alarm about ten thousand times, I finally fell asleep with anticipation of what was to come.

The next day, I woke up extremely early. I had a nine o'clock class, so I woke up at 7:45 to do my hair and shower. At about 8:45, I started headed over to the building that Human Behavior was taught in. When I arrived at the class, I sat between two sophomores who were really nice and helped answer any of my questions about what to expect. Then, the professor came in. I realized that I had nothing to be afraid of. He seemed like a very easygoing guy; he's even letting us call him by his first name! For that first day, we went over the syllabus. The work load was a lot. By Monday, we were expected to read 150 pages in a book by Fromm.

Everyone was right. Judging by that class alone, college was really different. It was so weird to look around the classroom and see people drinking coffee and eating snacks. One kid behind me even pulled out a breakfast sandwich! It was really weird to see people having their phones on the desk too. In highschool, that would have been confiscated in a second. Coming from a Catholic school, it was also really odd to see people wearing whatever they want to class. I felt so informal and really independent. The professor talked to the class like we were equal with him. I finally felt like an adult.