Malisa’s Monologue .
by malisa.basic
I am a freshman once again, just great. I waited four years to be a senior to feel the satisfaction of leaving high school, forgetting the cycle would start all over again in college. Unlike many individuals who are excited for college, I didn’t feel the same way. To many people, college is about meeting new companions, new relationships and experiencing a new chapter in life along with discovering passions in interests. Whats not to love? Well for one, I dread meeting new people, what if I give off the wrong impression? I wonder how they will percieve me. I have no choice though, all of my friends moved away, I guess I’ll have to make new friends. I also have difficulty adjusting to a new lifestyle I am not familiar with, including taking the train in the morning. I HATE it, especially the 6 train. Why is it always so crowded? Why are there mice lurking everywhere in the subway station? To add to my discomfort, I cannot stop thinking about how I failed my first test in college, when I thought I studied thoroughly.
However, when looking at the positive aspect of college, I didn’t expect I’d be getting along with others great, I’m actually even makings friends, and building up memories I know I’ll never forget. I enjoy the ”study sessions’ Geraldine, Diana, Marcus and I have, although more than half the time, we really aren’t studying, but perhaps discussing the most random topics. I also didn’t expect I’d enjoy my psychology class greatly. Though challenging, I am developing a new interest I didn’t have before. From as early as 8 am, the routine begins- I wake up, go through a long day of school, come home, take a nap, attempt to complete my homework which always gets interrupted by Facebook, shower, and go to sleep, only to wake up in the morning repeating the same cycle.