When I first applied to Baruch College, I was expecting another communter school for me to go to, classes to attend whether harder or easier, and pretty much just another chapter in my life. Honestly, I didn’t have extremely high expectations otherwise I would have placed mysel in a dorming school but I didn’t want to do that. So I guess in concluding my thoughts, Baruch was what I expected. I mean, I wasn’t expecting fireworks to go off every dazzling minute but I certainly wasn’t expecting hell either. Baruch isn’t the worst chapter of my life, but I’m not saying it’s the best either.
My first semester was better than what I expected to be. I was extrememly nervous my first week but now I’m gradually becoming more and more comfortable with the college environment. I met great friends, have good classmates, some excellent and nice teachers as well. I can’t complain about my schedule. Mondays and Wednesdays off? I certainly don’t have that for next semester. Alas, next semester, I have to go to school everyday as well as the fact that my profesors might not be as cracked up as they I expect them to be.
Of course I have my regrets, that’s just part of human nature. I guess if I could have done things differently I should have done more things, I should have reached out more to clubs and activities, and get over my natural nervousness with new people and professors. I should have participated more. The world doesn’t revolve around me, other people are probably feeling just as nervous as I am and got over it.
I would think I have changed. My sarcasm isn’t as biting as it was in high school. I’m more subdued around people but I guess that’s because everything is completely new. Ask me again in four years and I am pretty sure I would have changed even more. My confidence level probably decreased, I also don’t have as much as time as I did to do stuff I want to do in my spare time.
