Timothy’s monologue
Transitioning from high school to college is easy. I only need to walk an avenue past my high school and I’m in front of the Vertical Campus. If I compare the senior year of high school work load to my freshman year college work load, forget about it. They cannot be placed next to each other. Although there is a lot more work to do, I love going to school. I love the adrenaline rush that comes as a midterm is passed out, and I love the freedom of doing anything during the breaks between classes. When I am not in school, I hide in my room with my exciting collection of text books wondering what I should do. Something must be wrong with me because I usually end up asleep on my bed with my textbooks untouched on the desk.
Why did I pick this schedule? I always ask this to myself when I get up early in the morning for class. There is nothing worse than waking up at 6:30 during the Fall when mornings are dark. I always have to prepare myself for the long day ahead of me. I get through the boring lecture classes by telling myself that there are only x amount of hours left in the school day. I hope my professors don’t notice me looking at the clock every 5 minutes. Oh how I wish I could speed time up for some classes and slow them down for others. Leaving the last class of the day gives the best feeling of relief. It gives me time just to prepare for the next day.
Sports play a huge role in my life. I love sports, but I do not play any sports because I could never picture myself competing with a man twice my size. Instead, I love to follow sports. American football, basketball, baseball, and even NASCAR racing make the list of sports I enjoy following. Every week, I look forward to the next Sunday. I can spend a whole day sitting in front of the tv watching a marathon of football games. My fantasy football teams are bonuses to following the sport. Now that the NBA season is starting in the coming week, it looks like I will have to work on managing my time better. I am thankful that the semester is half way through already.
My first semester at Baruch has been okay. There is not much to complain about. There is not much so far that impresses me. I go with the flow because that is the type of person I am. I go to class each day with only one objective in my mind. Getting lunch. I look foward to the chance of I look forward to the excitement from taking my Finals exams and the nervous feeling that follows it. It is all part of college life.
