Do you remember your first day of high school? I know I don’t. But I do remember the first day of college. In high school, there were at least a few familiar faces, but here? Not a single one.
“I’m definitely gonna screw SOMETHING up,” I would always say to myself before school started.
Indeed, they say that first impressions last a lifetime. And since I’ve got a spotless track record of messing them up, you might imagine I was a little nervous about the inevitable social interactions that would take place.
As it turned out, the fact that I was in a learning community helped.
A LOT.
Seeing the same ugly mugs every day in nearly every class made making friends easier than screwing up a first impression. Between classes we would happen to meet each other in the game room and play a little Foosball to pass the time. So far I’ve been on two six-block adventures to a Chinese restaurant with the gang where we talked about our old teachers, our current professors and SOME people who just don’t know how to whisper in the library.
And since the guys in the LC don’t mind me tagging along, it seems that the impression that I’ve made on them hasn’t been so bad after all.
