“Some people bring out the worst in you, others bring out the best, and then there are those remarkably rare, addictive ones who just bring out the most. Of everything. They make you feel so alive that you’d follow them straight into hell, just to keep getting your fix.”—
“I don’t believe in fate, she said at last. But I do believe in…loopholes. I think a lot of what keeps the world going is the result of accidents — happy or otherwise — and taking advantage of these.”—Robin McKinley, Sunshine (via wordsnquotes)
Hello, I just wanted to share (because some people asked & I needed to post it somewhere for even my non-tumblr friends to see) some advice or I guess tips from what I experienced in my first year of college. And I know some of my followers are just entering college this sem too :). Apparently my friends think I give good advice lol. Read it, don’t read it, I don’t really care… but here you go
Hi. I'm a homeschooled 16 y/o preparing for college. I can find the general info everywhere, for fin. aid & applying etc but.. What's it actually like? Classrooms, teachers, homework. I know it's not like HS, but I don't even know what HS is like!
That’s a very broad question. I will try to answer it without writing a novel.
I think the easiest way is to describe day-to-day life:
On Monday morning, you will get up and throw on whatever clothes are closest to your bed, drive to class, fight for a spot in a very overcrowded parking lot, and walk half a mile to class carrying a backpack with a ton of heavy textbooks (or awkwardly run if you’re habitually late).
You will sit in a lecture hall (or regular classroom depending on the size of the university) and listen to your professor lecture about whatever subject you’re studying for an hour to two hours. You will write down the important things they say and maybe follow along in the textbook. They might be engaging and ask questions, but mostly they will just lecture.
When that class ends, you will either immediately start the trek to your next class, which will inevitably be in the building across campus, or you will walk to the library and study/finish your homework or waste time on the internet until your next class starts. If your campus has a student center, you can also go there to waste time in between classes. They usually have ping pong tables, video games, stuff like that.
After that class ends, you will have to find something to eat. You will go with a friend or two to the campus cafeteria or one of the other random places on campus to eat - usually fast food type stuff. You’ll eat and joke. Maybe you’ll study sometimes. (During finals week, you will probably eat all your meals in the library.)
Then you will go to your next class. After that, you will probably be done with MWF classes and you will go home and do the homework for your T/R classes and stream Netflix shows.
You will get up the next day and do it all again.
**If you’re a member of a student organization, all your time-wasting activities will probably take place wherever that organization usually meets because a majority of your friends will probably also be in that club.
O Captain my Captain! our fearful trip is done;
The ship has weather’d every rack, the prize we sought is won;
The port is near, the bells I hear, the people all exulting,
While follow eyes the steady keel, the vessel grim and daring:
But O heart! heart! heart!
O the bleeding drops of red,
Where on the deck my Captain lies,
Fallen cold and dead.
O Captain! my Captain! rise up and hear the bells;
Rise up—for you the flag is flung—for you the bugle trills;
For you bouquets and ribbon’d wreaths—for you the shores a-crowding;
For you they call, the swaying mass, their eager faces turning;
Here Captain! dear father!
This arm beneath your head;
It is some dream that on the deck,
You’ve fallen cold and dead.
My Captain does not answer, his lips are pale and still;
My father does not feel my arm, he has no pulse nor will;
The ship is anchor’d safe and sound, its voyage closed and done;
From fearful trip, the victor ship, comes in with object won;
Exult, O shores, and ring, O bells!
But I, with mournful tread,
Walk the deck my Captain lies,