Imagine this in a fast-forward, Alvin & The Chipmunks, motion.
I'm MiMi and a college freshman, bringing you the latest scope on life as a college student. If you expect an actual how-to blog, you should probably leave because I can't really tell you how to be a success when I myself am not one. Sarcasm is fun. Stick with me through the adventure of finals, crap teachers, theatre productions, road rage, and maybe possibly romance. Ooo. Grab your popcorn and soda pop because this will be fun!
Back to subject:
Now that we got that out of the way, we can focus on he task at hand. Classes. College class, more importantly. Now, when I was registering for my first semester, I knew absolutely nothing. The only thing I knew was that I had so many credits to take before I could get my degree and of course the advisor made all of the classes seem easy.
Lie #1: "Oh sure, Anthropology? That's an easy class, you'll be able to breeze right through it."
Lie #2: "Seventeen credits is actually nothing to worry about."
Lie #3: "He knows what he is talking about."
There is a difference between classes you need to take and classes you can live without, but to an advisor, it's literally all the same thing. An Intro to Film class is literally life or death to her, whereas to you it's just an easy humanities class. If there is one thing I've learned about college in the 1.5 semesters I've taken, it's that your college advisor would fly to the moon if that meant you'd be taking more classes. Regardless on if you truly need them.
Let's discuss lie number one for a second. Now, keep in mind that I am a theatre major and anthropology has actually nothing to do with my career choice. On paper, the class seemed interesting enough and I figured that it would be an easy class to breeze right through.
Yeah, easy as in "Here's a 60% on your first test of the semester".
I quickly learned that the class descriptions tended to sugarcoat things with interesting adjectives.
Quick tip: unless you are actually interested in learning about bride wealth and patrilocal families, proceed that class with caution.
Upcoming freshman please take this seriously when I say that seventeen credits is no joke. When people say that for every hour in class, it's two hours at home, they mean it. So if you have four three hour classes, guess what you're doing in your free time? Studying, writing papers and, yup you guessed it, even more studying. In between the two of those is a quick bite to eat and maybe four hours of sleep. You're lucky if you even get that.
Being a full-time student is no joke, and don't expect your teachers to actually care if you miss a day of class. Everything is up to you.
Speaking of being responsible, I have currently wasted my morning psych class on coffee and social media. Why? Because I was told that I could take the tests whenever I wanted, as long as I got them done before the semester ends. So here I am, at the midway mark of the semester, finally opening my psych book for the first time while the rest of the class is on chapter eight.
The stress is real.
I should probably get back to that first chapter, now that I bring it up. Or maybe I'll go get a bagel and laugh about my failure as a student. I'm hoping for option one, but more than likely going for option two.
Stay sane fellow freshman, finals are on the way.
-MiMi out.
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