I started college this week! Move-in was Sunday, and classes started yesterday. I haven't even gone to every class yet; I have one new one on Monday and another on Wednesday, and then I'll have gone to every class at least once. (Or twice, or even three times.)
College is definitely a culture shock; I've compiled a list of things that are the biggest differences between college and high school, slash living at home.
- There is no dress code. Seriously. I could show up to an 8am class in pajamas if I felt like it.
- Professors are not afraid to dismiss class early. My theatre class yesterday ended almost 40 minutes early because we had nothing else to talk about.
- I walk EVERYWHERE. I've done at least 30 miles this week. That's, like, halfway to my house. And my calves feel it.
- I'm not in class all day, every day. I literally had one 50-minute class today; that was it. Some days I have two classes, but most days I have three.
- There's barely any homework. I don't have any homework in one class, and the others, I have a handful of assignments--except for math. We have homework every class period.
- Living with a complete stranger isn't necessarily a bad thing. My roommate is so incredibly nice, her family is very warm and welcoming, and they even gave me a pillow when I was too big of an idiot to remember to pack mine ;3;
- On a similar tangent, being in a kinda-apartment with six other people besides my roommate isn't a bad thing, either. A couple of the other girls are really friendly and helpful, and one of the girls in the apartment (suite? bedroom cluster? thingy??) next to mine is becoming a really good/close friend.
- Parties are awesome. Seriously. I went to my first college party with some of the girls in my dorm hall and my RM, and we were dancing around, getting paint thrown at us, for two hours last night. I didn't get to sleep until after midnight, I was so covered in paint. It took forever to get out of my hair and everywhere else
- Professors say things that high school teachers aren't allowed to say, because we're finally "equals" with them. Adults. We are no longer The Kiddos. Two of my professors literally said "pissed off" in the lecture, one in Art History when referring to our eventual study of weird artists like Jackson Pollack that make no sense, and the other in Sociology to describe his terrible body language and (basically) resting b**** face. My painting professor, whose class I haven't even attended, even asked me "who the hell put [me] in Painting first semester of college." It's nuts.
- The food is not terrifying like I thought it would be. I find myself thinking, "I pay how much a semester for food this good?" Because it's not a lot. My out-of-pocket costs this semester were one-tenth the amount my friend had to take out in loans to pay his out-of-pocket expenses.
- We have a FREE GYM MEMBERSHIP. AND FREE FITNESS CLASSES. I'M GONNA DO YOGA, GUYS. YOGA.
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More craziness on page 2!
