Personal Narrative: My First Day Of Life

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Going into college I thought everything was going to be a breeze. Actually, I thought it would be just like high school. I quickly found out that, that wasn’t the case. It was so many different people. The setting wasn’t something I was used to at all. You know how in high school majority of the people were goofy not really focused on what they should be focused on? Here it was the total opposite. Everyone was ready to learn and do something with their lives. In high school we never started learning on the first day or even in the first week. I wish it was the same! Then coming home after a long day to nobody at all telling you to clean this, do that, help your sister with this, but actually coming to your room of peace and quiet. All together …show more content…

Waking up for my first day of class feel so different. It felt like a new start I just wasn’t expecting so soon. I showered and got dressed wondering what the day had in store for me. I looked in the mirror for a while as I mentally prepared myself to be focused and start off the year strong. I walked outside not expecting to see people with the same mindset, but boy I was wrong. 7:30 AM and the streets are full of people happy, ready to learn, and full of life. There was even a man that gave me an overly energized “Good Morning!” Seeing this made me think of high school, where walking down the sidewalk I’d see everyone half sleep and ready for the day to be over before it even began. I never knew of a school’s community to be so ready for starting their …show more content…

It felt so good to be back at my dorm. It was so peaceful like the stress of the first day was over and nobody yelling at me to take care of something that in all honesty should have not been my responsibility. I kicked my shoes off, listened to some music, and looked into what was going on, on campus that night because I had nothing better to do. I took a lot of this time just to think. I had my own freedom in my dorm and being on campus on my own. Honestly, I sat there and thought about how going away to college gave me that sense of responsibility that I needed being an adult. I figured out that a new journey had begun and that it was only the beginning. After class seemed like that’s where the most learning took place. I started to learn

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