Well, ladies and gentlemen, I made it through—(dum, dum dum dum)—my
first set of midterms. And because I've come out alive with my nervous system
and synapses still mostly intact, I call it a success.
Now, believe-you-me, they were…challenging, to say the very least. But at the
end of the day, everything was “do-able”…for the most part. So to all incoming
freshmen, here’s a heads-up: the first two months, academically, is what I like
to call “Brain Prison.” Your mind will be on complete lockdown. Even the
classes you really like will, at some point, hold your poor little
thought-you-liked-learning-self captive, and convince you that they were
designed to bring about your complete destruction. And it won't be swell.
But the good news is that life here is really balanced. You’ll have your really
bad days, but you’ll also have your really good days. And after that first test
(if you haven’t had a meltdown, or at least a big noticeable one) life is just
dandy. Seriously, “dandy.”
Suddenly everything is lovely, good, and glorious as long as it has
nothing to do with learning. Everywhere, great things start to happen. People
seem to be a little bit closer due to the consensus that everyone is suffering
a pre-mid-life crisis from bigmidtermtestophobia.
Fun with your friends will seem amplified simply because it’s a break from all
the work. Two hours of just “hanging out” may produce some of the fondest and
funniest memories of your life. The look on your face from getting apple juice
at the new a-ma-zing, glorious, Campus Center may resemble a newborn when they
realize they have feet that can reach their mouths. Remarkable and tasty! And when your brand new
umbrella snaps in half in a downpour on your way to class, it’s just so that
the sky’s tears can trickle down your face and remind you that sometimes even a
storm can be soothing—if you take the time to appreciate it.
So, here’s my verdict so far: once you make it past midterms, you start
to understand that the vigorous academic life Centre sets up for you may not be
a complete conspiracy to turn you into a psycho. Maybe it’s to teach you how to
learn: both the material, and how to handle life when things get stressful. Because they WILL get stressful. But with what I’m learning
so far, for the most part, I’m satisfied with. On top of everything Centre is
teaching me how not to take things for granted.
I end on a happy note by going like this: Weeeeeeeeeeeeee! See, now life is grand again.