I’m finally beginning to settle into
the college life. It’s
amazing how quickly I’ve grown accustomed to it. I feel like
I’ve been here for a few months as opposed to a month and
a half or so. For the first time since I’ve been here, I
can honestly say I’m comfortable. That’s definitely
a welcome feeling compared to how I felt when I first arrived.
If I were to guess exactly what brought about the change, I’d
have to say it was because I was able to establish a routine. The
earlier you can establish a routine here, the faster you’ll
become accustomed to life at the university.
My usual weekday begins at 9:30
a.m. here at The University of Texas. No, I can’t lie to
you. I set my alarm clock for 9:30 a.m., but when it goes off,
I reset it to go off around 10:15 a.m.
and go right back to sleep. I’m horrible about getting up
in the morning. I’m not afraid to admit it. The key, however,
is that I’m aware of this. To address my problem with getting
up in the morning, I set my clock 15 to 20 minutes ahead of time.
So, for instance, when it’s 9:30 a.m., according to my clock,
it’s actually 9:45 a.m. Mind games, ladies and gentlemen.
Anyway, after I stumble to my feet in the morning, I get ready
to start my day. It takes me about 20 to 25 minutes to get ready,
and honestly, I believe that’s a little too long for a college
student. I do not, however, believe I’m your everyday college
student. I have to dress well. My clothes must be ironed and matching.
One of the first things you notice when you get here is that no
one dresses up for class in the least bit. It’s as if most
people here just wake up and go to class. That’s it. Well,
to each their own, I suppose.
I used to get to class by riding
the bus, but as time passes my patience grows a bit thinner. Waiting
for the bus can get frustrating,
so since I know how to get to my first classes of the day from
San Jacinto, I just walk. I can afford to do that now, because
we’re no longer in August, so the temperature is a bit more
tolerable. Now, as I walk the campus, and pass hundreds of people
daily, it can sometimes seem as though almost every person you
pass does not look past you, or even around you, but rather, through
you. This was difficult to deal with initially, because it was
never like this in high school. Things change when you attend a
university with 53,000 students. I have at this point, though,
gotten used to it. Anyway, my classes on Monday, Wednesday and
Friday begin at noon, and at 2 p.m. on Thursday and Friday. Late,
so very late, I know, but it’s necessary. Like I said before,
I can’t wake up in the morning. Eventually, I’ll correct
this problem, but dealing with this problem while I try to get
acclimated to the college life only complicates things. So, I recognize
my weaknesses and adjust accordingly.
I must say my classes are
incredible. I am learning so much in each one of them and I love
every bit of it. I don’t know
how other freshmen are dealing with the college classroom atmosphere,
but personally, I really enjoy it. It’s for the most part
straightforward and easy to follow. Taking notes is essential.
And in order to take notes, you must attend class, right? Attending
class is also a must. I don’t understand how people skip
classes. Isn’t that what you’re here for? It’s
certainly what you’re paying for. Anyway, I believe the only
problem I have with the college classroom atmosphere is in comparison
with high school. It’s so impersonal. You’re one of
many in a class of up to maybe 300 students. When you sit in a
class with 300 or so of your classmates, the feeling of being just
another number at The University of Texas at Austin never feels
so real. This is why making the campus “smaller” is
very important. The size of this campus is overwhelming. It’s
important that you meet people, establish a routine, attend your
professor or teacher assistant’s office hours, and maybe
even join an organization or two to make life at the university
a bit more personal.
The Far West Bus
And here I have yet another
interesting experience to share with you all. Before I begin this
story, I’d like to suggest to
you all that you do not let your curiosity get the better of you
when it comes to riding buses. You’ll soon understand why.
it was a hot summer afternoon in Austin, Texas, when I was struck
with curiosity about what exactly was the destination of the Far
West bus. The curiosity was sparked by a lack of space on the Forty
Acres bus, which I knew took me basically wherever I needed to
go on campus. You see, a lot of people use the Forty Acres bus,
so it’s usually packed full of people, and I really didn’t
want to deal with that at the time. So, I began to wonder if the
Far West bus could possibly take me back to San Jacinto Hall. To
appease my curiosity, I boarded the Far West bus. It wasn’t
nearly as packed as the Forty Acres, so for a brief period, I actually
felt a sense of triumph. That was until I realized that the Far
West was taking me farther and farther away from the campus. It
was then that I began to think it wasn’t such a good idea
to get on this bus after all. But when the bus drove onto the expressway,
I knew full well that getting on this bus was a horrible decision.
As I sank back into my seat and slid on my headphones listening
to Dru Hill’s “Dru World Order,” I began to wonder
if I’d even make it back to the campus. After 45 minutes,
the bus came right back to the bus stop where I initially boarded
it. I couldn’t have gotten off that bus any faster than I
did. Thankfully, I made it back to the campus. Unfortunately, I
lost an hour of my life due to my careless curiosity. Through this
experience, I learned that it’s important, and I do mean
important, to be informed.
I can’t believe I shared that
embarrassing story with a Web audience of a countless number of
Something you want to know? I’ll address it
in my journal. E-mail me at JaHeeZy689@hotmail.com. I’ll
try and respond to e-mails within five days of receiving them.