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College (Derogatory)


See, I knew that going somewhere totally new would be hard, but no one prepared me for the absolute WORST luck I was going to get in my first semester of college.

Problem #1- Dorms

Before I even stepped foot on campus, I knew deep inside that I would get the short end of the stick regarding dorms. So, in trying to combat my super bad luck, I filled out the housing form as if a time bomb was connected to it and would explode if I didn't submit the form within seconds. I filled it out early thinking that the time mattered (like it does for most colleges) and by doing so, I would get the single, Jack and Jill style dorm room that I dreamed of getting.

*LOUD INCORRECT BUZZER*

What I got instead was the oldest, most decrepit, most cramped, most far away dorm that the campus had to offer. 

Cramped? Because along with many other unfortunate freshmen, I got forcibly squeezed into a tiny, 3-person room with barely any space to spread out. I'm 99% sure that the AC unit takes up more space than our beds.

Decrepit? Because there are barely any amenities in the building, and the ones that are there massively suck. It also smells weird everywhere, and the washing machines are always broken.

Far away? 10 minute walk. To the dining hall. Which is the closest building to the dorm. The walk? Horrible. It's like people want to run me over whenever I try to cross the road. I'm convinced all Ford F150's have it out for me. I wouldn't mind the walk so much if I didn't have to fear for my life at least twice a day.

Also unlike the other newer dorms, my dorm has no private study rooms. The have a group study room, but the catch is that the rooms can also be reserved by anybody who wants to have a party. This means that 99% of the time, there WILL  be a party going full blast right around major testing times, and there will NOT be a place in the building (except the laundry room) to study peacefully. I'm such a nerd. 

Problem #2- Math

My Calculus 1 professor killed me. So did my discrete math professor but she was nice so it only counts as half a death.

Everyday, I spent 4 to 5 hours studying. Usually this wouldn't be consecutive, sometimes 2 hours here, 2 hours there, and if I was feeling ambitious, another hour or two after classes. This was a fine schedule at the beginning of the semester when all the content was just simple review. 

Yes...it was so peaceful.

But it didn't last.

The minute my calc prof (derogatory) started actually teaching the calc concepts, I began to lose HP. The homework was HEAVY.  At best, I would be able to complete one homework module in 1 1/2 hours. But that only happened when the module was short and I understood everything clearly. 

And I never understood anything.

He taught at the speed of light, handing out worksheets with problems that Einstein probably couldn't do, much less me and my small, ELA wired brain. The HW modules would be thirty questions long, and sometimes he would assign two on the same day. Quizzes were given out constantly and we would barely have fifteen minutes to finish them (and they were NOT short!). Sometimes, he would even rush to quiz us just because he wanted the subject to be over with. 

Then, there were the tests. Oough...they were brutal. 

I heard him say once that he was "disappointed" that he couldn't put every subject on the test because it would be too long. Like, WHAT??

I studied relentlessly. I did my homework days in advance. I became nothing but formulas and equations. But it was all for naught. 

Homework took all of my time. The tests were incredibly hard compared to the practice worksheets. So much so that I would often turn in a test riddles with uncompleted problems and leave the classroom in utter defeat. Every class I could feel my life force draining away. I'm pretty sure I could even see it floating through the air right towards my villainous calc teacher, making him gain more evil math powers as he consumed it. 

Let us all mourn my grades, and my dignity.

Problem #3- THE FOOD

WAS HORRIBLE. 

Let me tell you something. And here is a mild TMI warning.

That food ran right through me faster than water. 

Nutrients? None.

Yummy taste? Nope.

Upset stomach? Absolutely.

There were even times where I would go to the dining hall and see that there was no food out. Nothing. In their defense, they weren't meaning to starve me, it just so happened that all my class end times (which were the perfect go get food times) lined up with the dining hall's meal switch times, so there would be about an hour where no food would be out. But I will say that that is one hour too long. 

To combat this tragedy, I ate so much Panera. I became The Panera. The smoky buffalo chicken melt became my savior. So many nutrients. So much yummy taste.

The dining hall food constantly made me sick, which especially sucked when I was the normal type of sick on top of that.

I will say that their dessert were kind of bomb, but even those I ate in moderation because who knows what dangers lie in their pudding.

Problem #4- Sickness

I caught every sickness known to man at college. There was not one week where I didn't have a cough. Masks were my best friend. They saved me from many embarrassing runny noses and kept my face all warm and toasty in cold weather. 

Even during the rare times where I got over a cold, I was still able to feel the outside germs trying to crawl back  into my immune system to take me down once again.

Cleaning constantly, washing my hands, taking nice long showers to get all the dirt off, nothing seemed to help. I was just an amalgamation of germs and weakness. My immune system lost so many soldiers that I think it  eventually just surrendered and accepted its death.

The second any of my dorm mates had a cough, I had it too. My lungs were crying by the end of the semester. I could feel them fluttering, begging on their little lung knees to just have a little break from the torture. 

(the torture never stopped)

Recap?

Gonna be so totally honest, I HATED this first semester. 

I've been (unsuccessfully) trying to convince myself that there were pros. !!!SPOILER!!! There were none. Will I try again and hope for the best??? Sure. I'm not too happy about it but that's just how it is. 

Godspeed~


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𝐻𝒜𝐼𝐿𝐸𝒴 𝒢𝐿𝒪𝒪𝑀𝐼𝐸

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I had a rough time adjusting to college too, you're not alone


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that sucks! I hope you have a better second semester!


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