Everyday I think, “My first semester of college isn’t that bad.” I definitely began the school year thinking college is going to be either complete freedom or a complete disaster. I am glad to say that it is neither; it’s more balanced then I thought. I like all my classes except for one. I don’t want to mention what class because I don’t want to get in trouble. I don’t want this monologue appearing somewhere with that teacher’s name somewhere and stuff like that. I highly doubt that will happen, but it doesn’t hurt being safe. Going back to the class I dislike, I really wonder how in the world this professor began teaching this class. I probably shouldn’t start talking about this professor because my entire monologue might just be a complaint.
Overall, I’m enjoying college. I definitely like the fact that I don’t have to wake up extremely early every single day. Mondays used to be my least favorite day, but now it’s my favorite. Actually, every day became my favorite day. At first, it took a bit to get used to the random breaks between classes, but now those breaks are the greatest. I didn’t really want to write a monologue about school and stuff about school, but I guess that’s what happened. I was thinking about doing a poem like the one I saw in my freshman seminar class, but that obviously didn’t work out. Well, that’s all for now. Good-bye.
