Sometimes finding an article topic can be a difficult process. I’ve been lucky the past few weeks in finding topics where the words just seems to flow out. Unfortunately, for you all reading these articles they’ve gotten a bit wordy. I can promise this will not be one of those articles.
As I was searching for something to write about my clever roommate suggested a four part article that takes you all into my final year (hopefully. Dear Lord, sweet baby Jesus don’t make me go through anymore of this) at VSU. I thought about it for a second and since really only mother reads these things anyways, ehhh why not?
Week 1:
Everybody kind of knows what to expect. A lot of information getting thrown at you from every different direction. I think the first week is a little underrated when it comes to stress. The common notion is that the first week all the professors do is go over syllabus material and tell you what they expect from you. However, they also drop a heaping pile of reality on you when they outline the course load you are undertaking. I liken it to the scene in the first Avengers’ movie when the Hulk punches the sh*t out of Thor just cause he can.
Summer wasn’t even over yet and I had an email in my inbox telling me I needed to have two chapters in a book read by the first day of class. Nearly derailed all the fun I was having in Boston. Anyways, the first two days make you feel like you should give up on school all together. Why can’t I just work summer camp into my forties? (Because that’s creepier than a white van with no windows parked anywhere in the vicinity of children, Will. That’s why.)
The next three days calms your nerves a little bit. The professors start teaching and most of it is the easy stuff. You start catching on to basic ideas and professor’s personalities. You get hopeful. Then they drop the “Don’t forget your first test is next week. You need to read chapters two through seven and write a five page response by Wednesday. But have fun this weekend!”
Maybe that is a bit of an exaggeration but by semester’s end I can assure you I will have had at least three weeks exactly like that. For all its stresses though, the first week does offer new beginnings and (since I’ve used this word basically all summer, why stop now?) adventures for the next eighteen weeks. Including for me, the possibility of calling my first live sporting event. (Saturday nights this fall, vstateblazers.com’s live stream of VSU home football games. Not that I’m trying to advertise my show or anything.)
So, I guess my feelings after week one would be described as
