2008 Woodie Awards
College - A Freshmen's Viewpoint
Dani Castioni
Issue date: 8/31/07 Section: Opinion
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College. This word contains only two syllables. Yet what the word stands for, the changes that it represents, are so much more. Class of 2011, we have made it to college. Now, whatever path you may choose, full-time, part-time, or co-op, whether you are commuting or staying in the dorms, I am sure that your time spent here at Stevens will be an extremely enriching experience.
All formalities aside, I will be discussing some other aspects of being a freshman that the brochures may have missed. Don't get me wrong. There will be no ranting and raving in this column throughout the year (well, there will probably be no ranting and raving, no promises). I merely want to bring everyone into the mind of a freshman.
So, how about an introduction? My name is Dani, and I am one of the only two freshmen who represent sunny New Mexico this year. I am writing this column because, like most of you out there, I am not perfect. In fact, I am one of the least perfect people that exist, so there you go. I often wonder aloud, "Why is it always me?" Well, it isn't just me. It's everyone. You may not listen to your teachers, parents, siblings, or friends when they say that you are not alone. Hopefully I can offer you some concrete proof over the next year proving they're right.
Of course, for many, Stevens began at Pre-Orientation. I am one of the few who missed out, but I was at Orientation. I have to admit that, as much as I enjoyed grumbling, I really had a good time. But…this is how it began.
After an error on my part, my mother ended up on a ten o'clock morning flight back to New Mexico on the first day of Orientation which, in her book, means that she was out of the door at five "just in case." This left me dragging my luggage the length of Hoboken to my car, which I then proceeded to drive around campus three times before I figured out where I was. Upon arriving at Davis, the welcoming committee stampeded over and whisked my belongings up to the third floor. While moving in was a bit lonely, I'll admit, I was soon involved in all the excitement of new friends, a new bed, and some nifty "grow your own fish" that won't die if you forget to feed them.
All formalities aside, I will be discussing some other aspects of being a freshman that the brochures may have missed. Don't get me wrong. There will be no ranting and raving in this column throughout the year (well, there will probably be no ranting and raving, no promises). I merely want to bring everyone into the mind of a freshman.
So, how about an introduction? My name is Dani, and I am one of the only two freshmen who represent sunny New Mexico this year. I am writing this column because, like most of you out there, I am not perfect. In fact, I am one of the least perfect people that exist, so there you go. I often wonder aloud, "Why is it always me?" Well, it isn't just me. It's everyone. You may not listen to your teachers, parents, siblings, or friends when they say that you are not alone. Hopefully I can offer you some concrete proof over the next year proving they're right.
Of course, for many, Stevens began at Pre-Orientation. I am one of the few who missed out, but I was at Orientation. I have to admit that, as much as I enjoyed grumbling, I really had a good time. But…this is how it began.
After an error on my part, my mother ended up on a ten o'clock morning flight back to New Mexico on the first day of Orientation which, in her book, means that she was out of the door at five "just in case." This left me dragging my luggage the length of Hoboken to my car, which I then proceeded to drive around campus three times before I figured out where I was. Upon arriving at Davis, the welcoming committee stampeded over and whisked my belongings up to the third floor. While moving in was a bit lonely, I'll admit, I was soon involved in all the excitement of new friends, a new bed, and some nifty "grow your own fish" that won't die if you forget to feed them.