High School vs. College: Views of A College Freshman
“Beep… beep… beep…”
The alarm clock goes off, and you hit the snooze button. You expect to have your mother’s kisses, or your father’s tickles, to wake you up. When you realize they’re not there, you jerk yourself out of your slumber. This isn’t high school. You remember… you’re now in the real world.
You’re now at college.
As you turn to look at the clock, you see you’re late for European History, having spent all night attempting to finish that psychology assignment. It’s now a quarter to eight, and you have to be across the campus in 15 minutes. Hurriedly, you throw on a pair of jeans, a t-shirt, and sneakers, and you’re out the door!
When you stumble through the classroom door, the professor suddenly announces that you have a pop quiz on the reading that was submitted online. Fear hits you like a wave as you awkwardly make your way to the back of the class. When you slowly realize that you didn’t check online for the reading—even though the professor told the class to check online for homework assignments—you panic. Suddenly, you find yourself longing for the days at high school, when your teacher reminded you every day to check online for the homework assignments. However, this class is once per week, unlike in high school, where you had classes every day.
You decide to just take the exam and explain to the professor what happened. After class ends, you try to speak to your teacher about the exam, but you are interrupted, while he shrugs and says, “You’re in college now. You have to make sure to check the homework assignment. You’re an adult now.” But you’d much rather be a kid, when you could take a retest.
Hungry, you decide that since you have two hours before your next class, you can eat lunch. When you go to the dining hall, you can’t resist the strong urge for the cheesy pizza, the fried burrito, or the sweet, sweet ice-cream. Not able to resist the temptation, you get in line for the pizza and a Pepsi. You know that you shouldn’t have it, but you can’t help it. However, you flash back to when you were younger and your parents were telling you to eat healthy. Suddenly, the smell of cheese makes you sick.
As you enter the psychology lecture hall and head to your desk, you feel like something’s missing. You accidentally left the five-page paper back in the dorm! You start to dial mom’s cell number, but you soon realize that she can’t help you. As your mother answers the phone, you hang up. You now understand that you’re on your own. No parents, no do-overs, and most importantly, no nutritious food.
With freedom from your family comes responsibility.
No parents to clean up after you, no fresh laundry, and no more of mom’s cooking. You’re now responsible for taking care of yourself and your items. You have to schedule some time on the weekend to clean your dorm room, do your laundry, and for many who don’t like the food in the dining hall, go grocery shopping.
However, you are—and always were—responsible for maintaining your grades. You, and you alone, are now responsible for your belongings, your education, and your health.
Rochester, New York
The author is a freshman journalism major and history enthusiast at Rochester Institute of Technology. Currently, he writes for Rochester’s weekly magazine, Reporter Online. He hopes to one day work for a magazine that combines his love of history with his love of writing.