Essay about My Fantastic Freshmen Roommate

I agree that there is a lot of peer pressure in college from your peers and other influences. If one of your peers are going to a party or out to a night club most likely you will be asked to go. In high school it was harder to go out to a party or to a night club because you lived at home with your parents or guardians. If you decide to move out in the beginning

While auditing courses for her own education and interest a professor realized that the students were relating to her as if she was a student. She was behaving as a student, asking questions, going regularly to class and doing the required readings and in turn the other students began sharing insights, gossip and opinions she would never hear as a professor. Rebekah Nathan (pseudonym assumed by the author, Cathy Small, for purposes of the book) recognized that “even after my fiftieth birthday, I could still be a student, and treated by other students as, more or less, a peer”(Nathan, 2005, para. 71). She decided use her sabbatical to study campus life through a student’s viewpoint, instead of the professor-student perspective.

Again I had very mixed feelings. It was nice having her around, but what would it be like to have to live with these people. I would have to be on my best behavior all the time. I couldn’t be myself. Would I spend the rest of my days putting on an act? On the other hand it was a new adventure.

I wasn't too worried about the college roommate situation because I could not wait to move out of my house. Every large family's household is chaotic. Even though my siblings and I are all

I just can’t believe there is only few more days of high school left. As the days are getting closer and closer, it's getting sad. I still remember the day I stepped into Maine East High School as a Freshman, at that time, all I wished for was to graduate from this school with good grades. High school was not the way I imagined, it is way different from what I thought and definitely different from Middle School. Freshman year was the “exploring/adventure” year, finding where each classes were, what activities/clubs were offered at this school and many more. Freshman year went quickly and then Sophomore year came up. Sophomore year was probably the least stressful year in high school but from Sophomore year my family and friends started asking me the scariest question “What are you doing after high school, which career?

The author, Rebekah Nathan which is really a pen name wrote a book called, My Freshman Year: What a Professor Learned by Becoming a Student. This book was published in 2006 and it was all about the college students that Nathan which is an Anthropology professor hardly can understand why the college students could not finish their homework or read what they are assigned to, so she became a student to be like them and study why the students can’t finish their homework at where she teaches as a student.

We were best friends. We called and talked to each other everyday for hours. She was finally coming over. We had planned it for days. We were going to do face masks, paint each other’s nails, sing songs randomly in unison, just the typical cliche female sleepover that is in every movie. That’s when it happened.

I am a person who is open to everyone and willing to learn from every single person I meet, that’s why I didn’t complain that much knowing that I will have a roomie in the academic year of 2016-2017, although I never had a roommate before. I knew that it will be hard, but I wanted to try it. I knew that I will need to be flexible and

I grew up in one of the wealthiest families in Minnesota and I was constantly reminded by the many family get togethers that were held at one of my uncle’s houses. You see, in my family the term wealth does not have the same definition as that of the one in the dictionary. Instead of riches and an abundance of money, I was born into a massive and united family that has supported each other throughout each others lives’. In truth, my family has been through extremely tough times financially, especially so in this last year with the loss of our main source of income, my mother’s job. With a roofing, seasonal working father and a year full of rain, there wasn’t much money to be spared for anything other than the essentials and even then those

For the next few days, I was alone in my room until my roommate, Emily, one of my closest friends from high school arrived. Until Emily arrived, I kept the door to our room shut and barely went out into the hall. I felt as though I was alone in the world until Emily called my cell phone and informed me she was here. I ran down and helped her bring all of her belongings up the stairs and I was relieved that she was here with me. I finally was not alone in this world. We had been told numerous times that rooming together would be a bad idea because we would hang out only with each other, and we would not meet anyone new at school. For the first few days Emily was there, we didn’t talk to anyone else and I began to think that the warnings we had received were going to be true. Everything changed when we left our door open for an hour around dinnertime.

Throughout my lifetime I have listened to people reflect back on their college experiences and explain how college is supposed to be “the best experience of your life.” The summer after my senior year I use to try and imagine what my first semester was going to be like based on what I had heard people talk about in the past. After my first semester at NC State I realized that I couldn’t fully understand what college was like until I experienced it for myself. My first couple of weeks at Ohio State was rough and really tested my strength (mental and physical). I faced challenges and obstacles that I had never heard about in those past college experience conversations. All of a sudden there was no one to get me out of

When I first enrolled in this course I thought it would be a good chance for me to meet new people with an interest in ballet, but I never thought that it would have a larger impact on myself. For instance, I did not believe that I would relate the world of ballet to my economics and statistic class that I am currently enrolled in as well, but that is exactly what I began to do. During these past 15 weeks I have learn much about myself, life, and ballet. The class is not what I ever imagined; however I would not change a thing about the class overall. Ballet like everything else has a rich history that although it does not seem important, or appear interesting is key to having an understanding of where it

The subject I’ve chosen to write about is when my roommate (A) at the college residence wasn’t pulling his weight in cleaning duties. He had never lived without his parents before and must not have realized he had to clean up after himself. Time and time again, I would have to wash his (A) dishes and pick up after him. At first, we got along super well and for a while I avoided confronting him because I figured a few dishes here and there wasn’t too bad. We’d often have parties at the house and he would never help us clean up the mess the following day. Finally about half way through the semester, I confronted him and we came to a compromise that he would clean on certain days, and I would clean up the other days. It went well for the first week and then on his cleaning days he’d say I’ll clean up tomorrow just leave everything where it is. Sure enough, three days later, nothing had been cleaned and the house was a disaster. I spoke to my two other roommates (B&C) about him and they agreed that they were sick of doing his chores and living with him too. The root cause must have been personality differences. In which I mean that myself, and my two other roommates (B&C) standard of cleanliness was not the same as roommate A’s. Our style of living was just not the same as roommate A so we had a talk with him and told him we would like for him to move out. Upon our request, he had moved out soon thereafter. A couple days later, he was disgruntled and

My first day at college had a great meaning to me. It was the beginning of my dream to go to college and to pursue a higher education.I had so many emotions running trough me , it was the first time being in this level and the first time paying for education myself. I always wanted to be a college student, a serious student who would decide what to be in her life. The first day at Truman College was on August 25th, 2005. The first year of my freshman year and Fall semester. That day I had so many things on my mind, from what I was going to wear to figure out where the class number and the floor it would be located at. It was actually a day full of new experiences. I had just turned 28 years old. By the time I had a full-time job in

Finding an ideal roommate is really big problem, especially for me. Firstly, I want to talk about something which happened to me yesterday. My roommates made me crazy finally. Till the beginning of the term, I was trying not to make any discussion but yesterday I didn’t. I fought with her. I shouldn’t have done but I am also human so I can so clearly describe a person who will my ideal roommate how should be. Someone who I want to stay with should be a little bit perfect. Firstly, she should be thoughtful. I mean, when she uses my personal belonging, she leaves them how they were. For example, she used my glass to drink coffee and she didn’t wash it. She should wash it. She can think that this glass is