The first semester of college for a young man or women can be a monumental step in their life. In my case it was. It was the first time that I had been away from my home in Ft. Walton Beach, Florida. I was not necessarily scared to be away, but I was a little worried about the transition from the skate free ways of high school that I was very used to. The schoolwork was not the only thing that was on my mind as I made my way into the college atmosphere; I was also thinking about doing things on my own and budgeting my time completely by myself. .
When the first week of classes started I was still worried, somewhat, of the step I was going to have to make in regards to the quality of work that I was going to have to do in order to pass with decent grades. In high school I had made procrastination an immense part of my life; however, it did not affect me too much. I noticed very quickly that the habit I had developed in high school was going to have to stop immediately or I would find myself back in Ft. Walton in no time at all. Consequently my noticing did not help out too well because I continued to procrastinate throughout the semester and found myself in deep voids that were extremely stressful. English paper after English paper I would be up the night before until three in the morning trying to finish it. If I only had started it a day or two earlier instead of putting it off I would have saved myself a lot of stress. .
Not only did the schoolwork affect my life, but my personal life was affected as well. My girlfriend and I had been dating for almost a year before I made my way to college. Although it was only an hour difference between us, my girlfriend and I had a lot of trouble adjusting to the time apart. Before I had left her and I had only spent very little time apart from each other. Besides schoolwork taking up a big portion of my time, the computer took up a lot of my time as well.
