It really is a different world.
Everybody says that college is a completely different experience than high school. However, I did not know how true that statement was until I experienced it for myself. My classes were mine. My meals were mine. All of my decisions were mine and consequently, the responsibilities rested squarely on my shoulders
It was pretty simple at first. I went to class, did my homework, and managed to carve out time to eat. I thought that I was doing well. None of my classes were overly difficult. However, I got a rude awakening after my first mathematics mid-term.
Math and I had never been the best of friends in any capacity but I did not know I was that bad at it. Seriously, sixty-four percent? It was then that I realized that casual studying was going to get me nowhere. So I had to re-evaluate my time.
Cutting back on the Netflix was hard but a necessary sacrifice. I started going to the math lab at the behest of my mother and my grades improved. Thankfully, it was an easy fix. However, I realized that college was different, not just lifestyle-wise, but academically as well. I had to step my game up.
I realized that spending two afternoons a week in tutoring helped me retain information. That meant a little less hanging out but I barely did that anyway. This semester was pretty easy however, I had all light classes. Hopefully this study habit helps me when I start to take more intensive classes next semester.
I’ve never been much of a social person but college kind of forces you to be. I’ve had more group projects in the past three months than I had in my last year of high school. I know almost everyone who lives on my floor which is a feat because I barely know my neighbors back home. All in all, this semester has been a very interesting ride.