As excited as I was to get started with school, I must admit that, while I was getting ready to enter my first class, a terrifying thought struck my mind: since I grew up in a tight community where the elementary, middle and high schools were all close to each other, it has been thirteen years since I have taken a seat in a classroom where EVERY face is a stranger. The thought almost disabled my 'confident girl walk' immediately. I fretted. My friend-making muscle had completely atrophied, and for about 30 seconds I felt lost and small, like I was in Kindergarten again watching my mother drive away from me. I glanced enviously at the people who were already making friends. How jealous I was to hear that they had gone to high school together, since all of my high school friends (that are attending SFU) take all of their classes at the Burnaby campus. I took a seat (front row, edge of the classroom) and prepared to learn.
I was shortly disappointed because it seems as though, no matter where you are or what school you're attending, the first day is always reserved for the boring administrative duties: here's what you're doing, here's what's expected of you, here's how you're being graded. Jump through the hoops, be different in a way that will still get you the best grades and a job that will support you. The same thing every year. Nonetheless, I listened attentively, all the time reminded that I didn't have any friends around me to distract me even if I wanted to be distracted.
As the class was dismissed (tutorial thankfully cancelled) I took my time packing up and wandered into the hallways, lost in my thoughts. My first day hadn't been a complete failure, but it was a harsh reminder that transitioning from high school to university wasn't going to be easy. But what the heck, I'm Robyn Vondrasek, and I can do anything. I am superwoman, after all.
Stay tuned for entries cataloguing my Beedie FROSH experience!
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