Everything has finally come to a close and I honestly couldn't be more happy. While this semester was good, it was beginning to feel incredibly long and I really just wanted the new semester to start. All in all, I'm glad I can say that I've successfully finished my first semester of college at MWCC.
I feel like I've learned a lot since the beginning of September. Going into this semester I was worried what it would be like. I wanted to make new friends and I wanted to learn new things. Part of me was afraid I would end up drowning half way through and I would be the first one to have to leave. I was excited for my classes and excited for the people in the program. I was fortunate to know at least one person heading into Pathways, but everyone else was a stranger. And I just really didn't want to go back to my high school (no offense or anything).
Things started to roll and I was handling everything well. I made friends and I felt like everyone in our program seemed to actually like each other. I felt like I wasn't really drowning (except in my stats class, but things happen). I figured out what I really wanted to do with my life as described here. It was all a growing experience. I've learned a lot about myself and how procrastinating is such a terrible thing yet I will never stop doing it. I learned that some professors are kind of crazy, but you really can't help but like them. I learned that some classes have a great professor, but the class they teach is really just not fun at all, and even they don't like it. I also learned that some classes have a terrible professor and the class itself suc- I mean, stinks, too. Finally, I learned that some things you just don't want to do, but you get it done anyway, and when the class is over for the semester, you're glad you only have to show up one Friday a month next semester.
I feel like I've learned a lot since the beginning of September. Going into this semester I was worried what it would be like. I wanted to make new friends and I wanted to learn new things. Part of me was afraid I would end up drowning half way through and I would be the first one to have to leave. I was excited for my classes and excited for the people in the program. I was fortunate to know at least one person heading into Pathways, but everyone else was a stranger. And I just really didn't want to go back to my high school (no offense or anything).
Things started to roll and I was handling everything well. I made friends and I felt like everyone in our program seemed to actually like each other. I felt like I wasn't really drowning (except in my stats class, but things happen). I figured out what I really wanted to do with my life as described here. It was all a growing experience. I've learned a lot about myself and how procrastinating is such a terrible thing yet I will never stop doing it. I learned that some professors are kind of crazy, but you really can't help but like them. I learned that some classes have a great professor, but the class they teach is really just not fun at all, and even they don't like it. I also learned that some classes have a terrible professor and the class itself suc- I mean, stinks, too. Finally, I learned that some things you just don't want to do, but you get it done anyway, and when the class is over for the semester, you're glad you only have to show up one Friday a month next semester.
I'm actually pretty excited about the Spring semester. I'll finally be starting to really work on my major, which like I said before, I'm excited about. It's still weird to me that this college thing has gone on for a whole semester. It feels like just yesterday I was walking through the Mount doors. I've written a plethora of essays, read the stupidest book (er, more like 3/4 of the stupidest book), did some homework, 46 hours and 53 minutes of stats, and finished off with what felt like a lot of presentations, and an argument research paper. There were points where I literally was like, "I'm sixteen years old what am I doing with my life why is this a thing this is so dumb," and there were other points where I was like, "I'm sixteen years old I wanted to drop out by now but I'm surviving college so that's cool" (except much more energetic than that). I may or may not have felt like the world was going to end and I was going to fail everything by the end of this week and I may or may not have cried about it (I'm not ashamed, I very much did think and do those things). There were also times where I felt like I could do anything and I was smart enough to survive the rest of the semester.
I'm not going to lie, I think about my graduations a lot and getting my diplomas, but I'm living up each moment. Someday I'll be going to a college far away and I'll be much older. Things will be different. This experience has its challenges, but it's also truly amazing. It's a head start. Besides, graduating means moving out of the house and I'm learning to enjoy my last couple of years as a full-time home dweller.
It's all been good so far. The first semester is finished. Done. Now Christmas and New Year's and... the dreaded intercession. But I'll enjoy the days as much as possible. While I may be looking forward to the future, these challenging and easy moments of college life are helping to shape me.
"Wherever you are be all there."
---Maggie
P.S- I sang "Grown-Up Christmas List" which can be found with this link...
Merry Almost Christmas!
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