First step in College

                The lively sounds of the bells coming from afar signaled my semi-conscious body to rise from the bed as  I involuntarily yawned. My clock says that it’s already 6:30 so I immediately leap from my bed after realizing that it’s my first day in college. I hurriedly rush to the bathroom to finish all the morning activities by 7:30. It’s a fifteen-minute ride from house to school. I went there with my best friend to lessen my nervousness but then we immediately bid goodbye to each other since she belongs to different campus. As I enter the academe everything seems so odd to me, it’s my fifth time to enter the University, yet, it look so strange. Well, I think it’s usual for a first year student like me. As I walk by, I met my old friends and classmates and had a little conversations with them since it was too early for my first class.

                I find my first subject room, it’s in the CSB4. The guard there was so strict, she didn't let students enter the building with inappropriate attires. Some of which I observed were wearing mini-skirts and sleeveless, others wear simply just a plain T-shirt, pants and doll shoes as a footwear and there’s also some of them in a “total dress-up operation” , clothes which I think came from the deepest part of their mother’s old cabinet. (yeah right! I'm so mean) I came up with the assumption that some of us find those a special day and other just like any ordinary one. I sit and wait and make friends with some college people out there. I can’t barely remember their names but one is Nursing and the other is Education as their course. After an hour, the guard finally let us in to the building. I find no familiar faces in our classroom except two- they were a schoolmate. Though most of them are strangers to me, I didn't find it hard to cope up with them. I don’t like feeling awkward because of the silence  so I always start the conversation. In a nutshell, I'm noisy. (haha~)

                Not a minute ago, our professor came in. He introduces himself and discuss the scope of his subject, the manner he will give grade and etcetera. The same way, we also introduces our self in front of the entire class. Those scene were repeated with the other subjects. At the end of the day, I find myself so talkative. It seems like my new friends were old ones. In fact, talking too much is my style to hide my nervousness and gain confidence. Favorably, it works.

                I went back home after school wearing a big smile. I pull my mother’s right hand and lean it on to my forehead as a respect. I eagerly narrate her all the happenings in school. It’s such a great day. Before slumber, I look at myself in the mirror with bliss and told myself “It’s a good beginning”.