Since I was a little girl I have lived in a very mundane town where the most fun you had on a Saturday night would be to go cow tippin". The country was where I was born and raised; distant from factories and traffic jams, it's that small town where "everybody knows your name." I guess you could probably figure out what happened when I went from a high school of three hundred to a university of twenty-one thousand. I felt as though I was totally out of place. I quickly realized that in the next few months I would be making many choices that would help me adjust to college life. .
I live about thirty-five minutes away from the campus, so it makes transportation a big factor. Driving through rush hour traffic adds another thirty minutes to my daily commute. My first day of classes consisted of me driving back and forth through the student parking lots looking for a spot anywhere remotely close to my classes. Not knowing how much time parking would take made me extremely late for class. One thing that I've realized is that just because students have a parking pass doesn't necessarily guarantee us a convenient parking spot. Not knowing that I would be given a test, I rushed down through the courtyards to my algebra class. The test was already in progress and instead of thirty minutes to take the test I only had twenty. This made me extremely frustrated and with my mind running wild and my heart thumping dramatically, I tried to calm down and take the test seriously.
College was a totally different environment than high school. Students choose how many hours they will take, what classes they want to take, and when. One class in particular is my mass media class; it only meets on Monday and Wednesday of each week. I had no clue of what this course consisted of until the day of class. As I walked into the room I rubbed my eyes in disbelief; there were (literally) four hundred students in my class! When the professor started his lecture he informed us that his tests were based 60% on his lecture and 40% on the text.