My First Week of College

A darkened and blurred photo of the college I'm currently studying in.
It was very easy to find my college based on that picture, so I had to darken, crop, and blur the photo.

I can confidently say that the first week (or, in this case, the first 3 days of college) were AWESOME.

Man, the TV shows and movies were right, college is (probably) the best part of my life. It's been great so far, I have more freedom in what I want to do. I get to wear clothes that I like (although I still have to follow a dress code, but still, I prefer business attires over uniforms). I get to freely roam around during my long break. When I said "I get to freely roam around during my long break," I really mean it. Heck there are even students who go to malls nearby and even some of them go home. It's a long break, and the institution isn't prohibiting anyone to go anywhere. You can literally go anywhere you want during your long break—that alone is a good enough reason why college is totally better than high school.

I have only a few blockmates, but we all got along pretty well in the first week. I met a lot of new faces, and so many of them. All with different personalities, different attitudes, different goals and ideals, all of them so different. Meeting new and different people is awesome, honestly speaking. I'm happy to see new faces for a while.


Although I met a lot of new people, I noticed something strange: I wasn't hit by Cupid, for some odd reason.
It appears that the manbaby with the bow and arrow didn't hit me, or so I think. I met more than a hundred new girls in the campus and I didn't even feel a slight attraction to anyone. Seriously, not a single soul. It's a weird feeling—knowing that I didn't fall in love with anyone in the first few days—and I'm curious as to what happened to me over the summer. I thought I was asexual for a while, but then I realized I still found Sunny and Jessica hot and "wife material" so I figured that an update might have broken something within me.

Whoops, I also forgot to add Seobaby.
"I don't like the singers that much, I'm into Girls' Generation because of their voices and for the music." ;)

I still don't know whether or not if I'll fall in love with someone this year, but I feel that it's highly unlikely. But things aren't predictable, so maybe I might meet someone in the library who has the same interests as I do, or I may meet someone in the elevator playing a Girls' Generation song, or I may share a lunch table with them, or I might not even meet someone special this year. I don't really know, but the thought of it is exciting, to say the least.

So, after solving a potential gender crisis, I decided to plan my schedule out. The good thing is that I don't have classes from Friday to Sunday, meaning I get to enjoy 3 straight days off, woot! Although my schedule is bad, especially because I have to get home late and I have to cram shit in when studying and efficiently use the time to fully recharge my body.

For my best friends reading this blog of mine, I'm really sorry to say this, but I really don't have enough time to go online that much. In fact, this blog post was to be scheduled on June 1, but due to time constraints and conflicts in my schedule, I don't have enough time on my hands to have a nice conversation with my old high school friends.

I usually start my day at around 4 in the morning and I usually take 1 hour to get to college, then I usually get home at around 6 or 7 pm, 5 pm if I'm lucky. Commuting is also hard to manage because I can't find a vehicle that isn't full of people. Sometimes I have to walk to certain locations just to get a ride home. I have to walk very far just to get a ride. It's worth it, plus it helps my lazy ass get less . . . lazier and less fatter. This must be the punishment for sitting on a chair the entire summer.


All in all, it was nice to meet new people and make new friends. Of course, I'm also excited to see what my professors have in store for me. Whether the upcoming lessons are hard or not, I'll do my best to get through them. I may not be good in public speaking, nor am I good at technical writing, but I believe that with enough dedication (and, of course, effort) put in my studies, I'm sure that I can get a good grade this term.

I didn't say that getting a good grade is easy, but rather it's easy to get for those who are willing to exert a lot of effort into getting those grades. I didn't and won't claim to be one of those people—and I might even fail this term—but I'm (sort of) sure that I can put my all into getting the grades that I want.


After all, a lot of people are counting on me to do good this year. I want to show them that I don't want to let them down.