Around the country students everywhere are breathing sighs of relief ( or cries of anguish), but whether distraught or thrilled with the outcome of this is semester, it is over. While this was not my first semester of college classes, it was my first semester on a college campus. In some ways it was exactly what I expected, but of course there were many surprises as well.
Luckily my end of the semester sentiments where mainly those of relief at having successfully completed/ survived it all. While most of my friends had finals today and have some tomorrow I was lucky enough to take my last final on Wednesday.
As the relief of break sets in the stories my parents used to tell of waking up in a cold sweat years after they graduated college with the fear of missing a final or a midterm makes a lot more since.
This semester has been filled with transitions some of them quite smooth and others that I am still bumping through. The transition to living in the dorms was not all that big of a shift for me. To be honest, the thing I found myself missing the most was a kitchen and the quiet. The idea of cooking in a microwave was something I have been raised prejudice against, and after living three years on a ranch in the middle of nowhere Texas the constant noise traffic of the dorms was a bit of an adjustment.
Adjusting to college classes wasn’t all that difficult either. I honestly enjoyed my classes, and the new and challenging learning environment they created. I have always preferred learning on my own and then receiving further instruction; this style of teaching was especially evident and successful in my beginning Arabic class.
The transition from home to dorms and high school to college went surprisingly smoothly which leaves the question of where was the turbulence. For me the hardest aspect of shifting into the college environment was the people. I don’t really mean the professors it was mainly the students.
Growing up as a child my parents had a very strict no whining rule that no rule and the back-talk rule where the two rules that came above all else. You could get away with a lot of shit if you didn’t mess with the two golden rules. Therefore upon arriving on campus there seemed to me to be a lot of whining.
Now before I say anything more let me make something clear. I am aware, more than aware, that we live in a world that is far from perfect. A world where there is blatant racism, sexism, homophobia, a disgust for anyone society deems deviant. I am also aware that this is not a problem that is only “over there”, but here in America. Denying the existence of such social injustices will do nothing to help the growing epidemic of unrest across the country, and I in no way believe that this unrest is in anyway unfounded.
Yet, the biggest adjustment for me is the whining, the constant complaining in the elevators, in my classes, walking down the hallway, down the south oval its everywhere. What is and isn’t right, is and isn’t fair. And what’s the worst is when two groups that disagree with each other end up in the same room.
I have never been one to shy away from confrontation; in fact I might even say that I can be the center of confrontation. I rarely express an opinion until I have thought it through enough to be comfortable in doing so.
I guess my main adjustment is this oversharing; while everyone is entitled to an opinion those opinions that differ from yours aren’t always wrong and those view which have nothing to due with the current conversation can be (and I know this is a shock to some) kept to yourself.
I’m and sure that in the coming semesters there will be more transitions. For me right now its handling one overshare, over enthused, overly dramatic opinion at a time.