College life is a life of freedom. I remember my first day at college. I had looked forward to this day from my school days. Life at college meant for me a new life. I was no more a young boy but a young man. I had begun to think myself to be a gentleman with a sense of freedom.
When I entered my college for the first day, I looked around with a mixed feeling of perplexity and joy. The stately building with massive pillars made a deep impression on my mind. I was puzzled as I was not habituated to the ‘college-ways’ of things. The students in batches were moving up and down the corridors for their classes. The professors were coming smilingly and exchanging greetings with the students in a friendly manner.
The first item on the routine was a lecture on English. I joined my class in room No. 51. It was S.M.’s English class, S.M being the initials for the professor’s name. The professor came with the attendance register. After finishing roll-call he delivered a short lecture on college-life. What impressed me most was the fluency with which he spoke. He advised us to take the maximum advantage of college-life.
Consulting my day’s routine I found that the next period was an off-period. This gave me a chance to make a tour round the college premises. I noted with a sense of relief that I would no longer be confined to the same room for hours together as I used to be at school.
I went to College Common Room. It was a big hall with plenty of noise. There were provisions for table-tennis and carom boards. There were newspapers and periodicals. On the first day, I was of course a mere spectator. The senior students were there, playing games, reading newspapers or discussing things. Then I left for the library
The next place of attraction was the library. There were shelves containing books. The room full of students who were absorbed in reading or writing.
I went next to the laboratory...