Mid-semester experiences

The first semester at Geneseo was, for lack of better words, interesting. Since this is my third semester, I can see the difference between them clearly. Coming out of high school during the beginning of COVID-19 when restrictions were heavy, going to college almost felt out of the ordinary. It was like I hadn’t done work in ages and forgot how to do it altogether. It was a true struggle for me to get back to going to class and doing homework. Not being in a class setting also posed a few problems. I felt a huge disconnect between myself and my classes. Waking up and getting ready for class just to sit in front of my laptop made it harder to get engaged in the lessons. With endless distractions surrounding me, staying focused during zoom classes were a challenge. In a months’ time I was able to get used to it somewhat, finally. Over the course of the first semester, my ethic improved, and I got comfortable with the circumstances that we had to endure. Finally, having an actual schedule made me more comfortable in the college setting. After accepting the reality we were in, adjusting to this new part of my life seemed to be easy. Even though the first-year experience was not what I wanted it to be, I can’t be mad since there are three more years to enjoy Geneseo.

Having a year under my belt, I felt confident coming into this year. I had thought that the groove from last year would carry over, and it would be easier. For the most part, this held to be true. The only thing was new distractions in college life that we couldn’t necessarily participate in last year. Once out of my system, my routine is a lot better. For one, having all my classes in person boosted my morale and work ethic. Going to class, fully participating in lessons, and seeing my professors face to face is now something I do not want to lose again. Compared to last year, learning isn’t as much of a challenge. I can easily get my questions answered and grasp what is being taught during lectures. I spend on average less time doing homework because I don’t need to find the missing pieces from them. On the other hand, living on the north side is now not such a privilege. Letchworth not being open and Mary Jemison Dining Hall having a significant revamp is a bummer. The food is still pretty good but doesn’t compare to what it was last year. Having the struggle of COVID semesters I am finding it easier to accept what we have and work with it.

This class is turning out to be better than I expected it to be. I feel as if my writing is improving slowly but surely, which is something I have been yearning to achieve. All the pieces in and out of class leave me wanting more. Once I start to read, time seems to stop, and I’m fully engaged in what is being said. Usually, this doesn’t happen, but the course is super well-made and never ceases to amaze me. By the end of this semester I hope to be a better writer and possibly use my knowledge to guide the veterans in my family through their PTSD.

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