My First Week as a College Student

The first week of my history has become a history, so I can say that I survived. I have a lot of doubts with a lot of fears, but among all these, I have decided to calmly enjoy all the moments given to me. I have met new people, a new place to learn, a new local church, and, most importantly, a community that I can call as my second hometown. I do not tell a lie, I feel homesick, I am tired and depressed. I miss my family, I do not want to do my homework, I am not enjoying what Reading is offering on campus. However, I can say that I gradually grew up to those who dreamed of becoming the people I wanted, that is, those who live to do whatever I want, and those who do my best.

This week, my English teacher, Dr. Phillipian, asked us to write a short document on why we decided to enroll in higher education colleges (university). I realized that I did not really consider this particular problem. I was considering going to university, but I have not considered my goals. Then I thought about about three hours thinking about this.

I mainly got a diploma at Simpson University - not bragging, I am going far beyond what I wanted to allow others to do the same. I hope someday I will return to my community and become a person who brings hope and joy. Secondly, I came to the university to study not only my own study but also at home, rather than living at home. I'd like to make a lot of experience for teachers and college students to speak - this is related to my colleagues, late night study, and Happy Day outside the campus. I forgot to mention important things, but I came to university to approach my dream of becoming a university professor. I can only get through university. In this statement, I am very optimistic that I am the place I need.

Of course, yes, [college] will be tired and time consuming, but this is my dream, I am alive. In addition to surviving, I am still alive and enjoy all the steps. My only hope is to keep moving forward and realizing my dreams one by one.

I worked as a graduate assistant during my first postgraduate degree, and part of my work was to teach college students health education. One of my colleagues, another graduate student in my course taught the same course as I did it twice a week, so sometimes we took a student to a large room and gave a lecture of the day Shared. My colleagues and I started a course to lecture in turn, answer the questions, and prepare future challenges for our students. After 20 minutes I began to feel dizzy and decided to sit on a chair behind a large table in front of the room. After a few minutes, the dizziness became more severe. My ears rang after a few seconds and my eyesight became blurred. The last thing I remembered very clearly was to look down and look at the blood flowing down the chair and turning into a crimson puddle and spreading to the floor.

The first week I went to college was carrying backpacks and two new leaders in the forest. I am listening to statistics on how 60% of Dartmouth students meet key people in the university. So you can say that my eyes have been stripped. I wanted older, experienced people, so I followed Peter to my director. And more importantly, he has a friend who is dating a girl who is a teammate of my university cousin. If this is not fate, I do not know what it is. Our relationship involves emailing photos of each other's puppies on our biology and neuroscience courses. There was no doubt that he never fell asleep, but when he realized he really wanted a boyfriend, he lost interest. I immediately deleted the puppy folder on my computer. I also do not like dogs.

When I first joined the contest, I was a sophomore college student. This is really 5k in the form of a lazy college student, I postponed training for several weeks. I have an ambiguous concept that running is probably my favorite, but I am not particularly interested in testing this theory. At the moment, I have the same ideas as myself as an educator. I showed a little interest but I think that passion is not necessary to pursue. I am 19 years old, and I am like a marathon. The most imminent question in my life is my fake ID card whether I am enough to enter the local bar.