Expectations of College--an Opportunity Wasted

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An Opportunity Wasted

When I attended Eastern as a ripe 18 year old, straight out of high school, I had a romanticized ideal about what would happen. My expectations were framed in part from things I had seen in movies, and stories I had heard from friends when they attended their first semester of college. Having had an easy time in high school, never studying, never having to work very hard for an A; I spent the first few weeks of college trying to adjust to having professors who don't know your name and do not care if you attend class. The new found freedom I had acquired by moving into the dorm and away from my mother, weighed on me like a fifty pound block. I made poor decisions simply because I could, simply because there was no one to point out to me that I was throwing away an opportunity that not everyone acquires so easily. I was under the assumption that I would be able to breeze through college in the same manner that I had high school. I expected to have fun, to meet new people and make new friends. What I didn't expect was that college isn't anything like high school. What I didn't expect was to find myself failing miserably in my classes because I was not used to having to apply myself. I had classes that actually challenged my intellect and this was a new experience for me. Instead of embracing it, I missed at least half of my classes throughout the semester.

The expectations in my head were a far cry from the reality of college life. No one is going to come to your room and remind you that you should go to class. Even if the professor does not care, it will reflect in your grade. Even if no one else notices that you didn't attend class, when it comes time to show what you've learned on a test you won't have the knowledge required. Reading the chapter in your book is not equivalent to having a professor there to help you understand it. At that point in my life I wasn't even markedly concerned with the opportunity that I was...
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