I am a visual thinker. I spend a lot of time visualizing what things will look like before they happen. I remember things by what they looked like. My most recent visual memories are from this summer. I spent most of this summer in Manhattan but I was surprised the first few days of classes.
In a dozen weeks I forgot what campus looks like during classes. I forgot what walking through a door held open for you by a fellow classmate looks like. I forgot what the lines look like (very purple) during lunch at the Union. I feel like I am starting fresh all over again. Somehow I am caught in this paradox where I feel both at home and very anxious to make the most of this year.
I did not envision Tuesday morning’s rainstorm. It threw me off. It forced me to adapt the same way many new students are right now. Different and new things can be scary or exciting or both. Lightning and thunder spooked me Tuesday morning and I ran across Bosco Plaza into Seaton Hall. Once safely inside, I started to laugh. What an exciting way to start my day!
One way you can avoid something little (like a little thunderstorm) this week throwing off your whole semester is by printing the syllabus/course outline for each class. Place all important dates on a calendar that you will USE! It does no good having a system and not using it. Consider keeping printed copies (perhaps with dates highlighted) on your fridge, bulletin board, or perhaps next to your work schedule. Plan accordingly when you have projects/assignments in multiple courses due around the same time. Hopefully this keeps you from drowning in papers or a project creeping up on you lightning fast.
My last tip is simple. Find a small raincoat/poncho/umbrella and keep it in your bag that you take to class. Perhaps begin plotting out your route through buildings for when that rain turns to snow. I have been known to duck into Meyers, Eisenhower, Anderson, Hale, Cardwell and Leadership Studies.
P.S. I have included pictures from a recent trip to New Orleans with the University Honors Program and Frontier Program to prove I left Manhattan.