“Syllabus week” has created a variety of problems, and it all started the few days prior to the first day of classes.
I used to get sick often when I was little, and I loved it. It would usually be bad enough for me to miss out on school but not too horrible I couldn’t still play during my day off.
After scrambling into the car and picking up our last passenger, we were off to visit the National Museum of African-American History and Culture.
The first time I ever visited the Lawn was during Days on the Lawn, and it was a cursory, hectic show put on to tip the wavering student over the edge and finally commit to their home away from home for the next four years.
I knew it would be a rough night when I decided to get down to business and start my midterm essay — which I had told myself I would do all week — the night before it was due.
Nearing finals week last spring, I was chugging three to four cups of coffee every few hours to function each day and stay awake until the birds began to chirp as I waked from Clemons to my dorm.
It’s been almost exactly one month since I officially earned the title of “second year” yet it feels like it’s been only a few days.
This semester, I signed up for an 8 a.m. Organic Chemistry class — by choice.
Of all the mistakes you can make coming into your first week, these are by far the most enjoyable and memorable.
Change is intimidating, and I don’t know if I am excited for my second year.
