I know I've only been at SMC for five
weeks, but I'm already calling it home. After tomorrow, I'll have
survived a month of classes – not as easy of a feat as I'd thought.
It's so tempting to come to college thinking “wow, 13 hours of
class a week, I have so much free time.” Ha. Well, I'm free to choose
which class to study for first...
Transitioning to college work has been difficult for me in
many ways. At Da Vinci, every class had some element of technology,
and we never took notes. There were no lectures, just powerpoints
we'd later receive copies of. I think I had one essay my senior year;
it was around three pages long. Turns out college isn't quite like
that, my school especially – none of my teachers use powerpoints
for their lectures. There are chalkboards in the classroom, and
teachers either outline their lecture on the board, or in handouts.
Luckily I come prepared to take copious notes, and try to look like
I've done this before.
I had three tests and a paper this past
week, only one of which I've gotten back. I guess I exaggerate when I
say three tests; one of those was an indoor rowing test for crew.
That didn't make it any less stressful, though! Speaking of which,
rowing's been great. A few weeks ago the team went to run at Jog for
Jill, a fundraiser for finding a lung cancer cure.
From left: Me, Stacey, and Maryann after jogging for Jill |
Next weekend, SMC will compete at our
first race of the fall season: Head of the Port, at my old home
course! I can't wait to race, and to see all my old teammates as
well. It'll be fun to visit the old boathouse and say hi – and to
row on familiar waters. Briones is beautiful, but I still don't know
the difference between the 1000m mark and the 4000m.
I'm really having fun at school. The
students are great, my professors have been very helpful, the crew
team is amazing, and to top it all off, I'm learning a lot. Just look
at this blog post and maybe you'll notice that this paragraph sounds
oddly like a conclusion. That's what happens in college, I guess.