My fingers sunk comfortably in the keyboard. Games and movies of all sorts made life worth wasting. A seemingly endless supply of snacks were at my disposal as the nights grew short though sleep was nowhere found among them—then I blinked—now here I sit, trying to estimate how heavy-duty this pipeline of homework in front of me is. I’ll be putting up with it this whole semester.

My first week was everything but what was expected. Guess I thought “adjustment period” graces us a little slack. Monday to Wednesday, our coasts were clear of professors… but along came Thursday. In came two professors who’ve handled us before, both owning a rep for giving out assignments, activities and exams of Herculean degree. Again, I blinked—and Friday, a day most people thank God for, had me under its moderate sunlight. An 11 hour school day was upon our class, and you bet I wasn’t expecting professors. But to my surprise, my 7:30 period started on time (yes, that doesn’t happen often). 3 of 4 subjects kicked off today, including General Statistics which I expect to strain us more than the standard fare subjects.

Homework at first sight? Way to make an impression, but I guess that’s just how most professors are. Tomorrow sports two classes, then in Monday, another two, and the cycle progresses. Homework, seatwork, quizzes, and recitations are to come wave after wave. We’ll just have to splash on our game faces and take them as they stream. Here they come: the tides of June. Maybe this is why they call it the “adjustment period.” You know? One like when you lay on a surfboard first, reading the waves before you stand.

I read an editorial in our collegiate paper today, and man I’m a far cry from writing anything like that. It goes without saying, I could use more training. I must if I want to make it anywhere in this field. And this year cuts the training wheels as small as they get.

How was your first week?