My First Day Of College

This Monday I handed in the final version of the following essay. Please note that there is one instance of profanity in it, but it is in good taste, and not of the stronger variety. Feel free to read it, and tell me what you think. "MY FIRST DAY OF COLLEGE I got up at 6 in the morning to the sound of my alarm clock. Almost immediately I began the routine that I had trained myself for during the week before college began. I sat up, turned off the alarm, drank some of the water I keep by my nightstand for my parched mouth, and proceeded to the necessarium. What I did in there is my own business, suffice to say when I came out 10 or so minutes later, I was a bit lighter, and had a clean shave. I went downstairs to take a shower. Less than 15 minutes later I came out, got dressed, and ate my breakfastKellogg's Raisin Granola Crunch, and pop tarts. I then brushed my teeth, combed my hair into a ponytail secured by a big black hair band, put on my shoe's, made sure everything else was in order, and headed out the door to the car. And so it was that I arrived at the Dial A Ride parking lot with plenty of time to spare. Here that I met my buss mates. I was pleasantly surprised to find them all rather nice people, people who were friendly towards me. We introduced ourselves, and then got on our bus. The bus took us to the college, after a rather lengthy ride. When I got out of the bus, I headed inside, to the bookstore. As I headed out of the bookstore, I bumped into Shery. Shery is the girl next door so to speak, she lives a block away. We go back aways her and I... lets just say she gave allot of false signals that she liked me (hugging me on her birthday, saying she would see me soon). It awkward seeing her

again; she was looking around for a friend... she said hi, I said hi, and we left it at that. We are not on the greatest of terms you see, she does not know it, but I dislike her considerably on account of the false signals. So I have to deal with seeing her on campus every time I go; we practically have the same schedule it would appear. Once we parted ways, I saw a Magic card game in progress. I introduced myself to the guys, and asked if they would teach me. One of them agreed, and proceeded to do so. However the guy who owned all the cards had to go, and so our game abruptly ended. We then played some other game that involved kicking in doors; it reminded me of Kalafornia with Brad Pit when he said "Hello door". Well I lost interest pretty soon, and went to the nearby pool table. It was here that I met Chris. Chris plays pool, and is attending his third year at the college; he seems no older than me however (22 years). We played a game of pool, at first I could barely hit the ball. Watching how he held the stick, I did the same, and I noticed a considerable improvement in my performance. After a few rounds with him, I became competent at the sport. I had so much fun playing pool that I forgot about the time. Before I knew it, it was time for my first class. On the way to class I met Missy. Missy and I graduated together in High School, and were sort of in-high school friends. We never got together outside of school, but I believe she sincerely liked me, and I liked her as well. We used to talk about stuff... and she was always polite. Well she does not seem to have changed much. We spoke awhile, and she told me she is doing her third year here; majoring in Accounting. I think she likes me still, and at that moment decided to try and find some way for us to get together oncampus and reconnect. I realized I was late, and had to go, so I told her we would talk later; and proceeded without further delay to my first class.

When I got there everyone was seated. I quickly found a seat, and our professor began roll call. She was good enough not to mention my being three minutes late to class. She then proceeded to give us an introduction to the course. About an hour and a half later, her introduction was over, and we used the remaining half hour to play around... no one actually did any work as I recollect. Then my second class began, same professor. I kept my seat and whipped out my used book- Alice in Action. I made a short program that day, all it did was have two characters, Alice and the White Rabbit greet us. However I learned some of the basics, and began to walk the prophesized path to my destiny. When the class was over, I ate my snack of cashews from a Ziploc bag. I then proceeded to my English class. I was expecting a rather boring lecture from an overpaid professor who only knew how to read what was written in his instruction manual, and give lectures. Instead I was pleasantly surprised to find my professor highly energetic and motivated towards engaging his students (Myself included) with direct questions that require considerable thought. This professor was nothing like the woman my mother described as being her English Comp 1 teacher. She was to put it simply: A bitch. All she did was flunk one student after another because their grammar was not up to par on the first day. She claimed they should have learned this stuff in high school, and if they could not write flawlessly she would not teach them. In contrast my professor did not care if our grammar was abominable, so long as we were willing to improve, and did our work. When I left his class I felt enthusiastic about English class for the first time in years... perhaps for the first time in my life. I actually looked forwards to going back, something I could never say during High School. And so I left class, visited the necessarium, and returned to the student center. There I played pool once again, and then

Guitar Hero. I was having so much fun that the time passed too quickly. When I finally realized what time it was, I had none to spare. I was practically running to the tech center, through the doors and the great hall, (through the other doors,) and to the parking lot. There was no bus, only one guy who was also waiting. I said I was not going to be marooned, and stormed into the office where I asked the secretary where was the bus? She informed me that it leaves at 4:30, not 4:35 as I had believed. I managed to secure transport by other means. I was not the only one waiting for a ride home, the guy I saw in the parking lot was there too. I introduced myself; he said his name was Luke. Finally my designated driver was ready to leave, and drove me home. His last name was Palsrock... I do not know his first. We had a rather lengthy conversation, and I learned he was the man responsible for my Major being created at the college. We talked about course related topics, and the time passed quite quickly. I offered to pay for the gas, he would hear none of it; and dropped me off home. When I walked in, I was treated to a nice selection of pastries. I then thought about my day, and realized it was not so bad after all. I had made no enemies, managed to make some new friendly acquaintances (I can't use the word friend, as none of them have asked to get together outside of the campus), and enjoyed my day more than I do most others. I looked forwards to returning, and as of the writing of this essay, I still do."