My first day of college :D

Dear diary,
Today was the day that I had dreaded for weeks (months actually :P). As the title suggests, today was the first day of my college life! First day is always the hardest and... so it was. The day as a whole was pretty aggravated and I sure am glad that the day is finally over... As i woke up this morning, all I could think was how this day would possibly end! New friends, new teachers, new environment, new class.... and god knows what!

Walking through the gate with all the eyes staring at me was almost embarrassing...but I didn't let that get the best of me even if it was VERY hard to ignore. Oh well! It surely does happen to all of us at some point in our life! My college life started with a short presentation and a long lecture. Surprisingly, the hour-and-a-half long lecture was not so boring. Finally, the college administration officially welcomed us to their college and told that they were proud to have us! (sighs) Anyways, we didn't study today at all. Mainly, it was the day for introduction -Introducing ourselves and us being introduced to the syllabus and other basic stuff that makes us ready for the next two years.

I nearly forgot to mention the thing that startled me the most today. THE CANTEEN!!! The scenario in the college cafeteria is a whole different story to tell. The 2000 + students having lunch at the same time in a confined space was a LOT of trouble than anticipated. It was (as one of my teacher pointed out) literally a "struggle for existence" . But, I finally managed to get us (me and my newest friend :D) something.

Having said all that, It sure-as-hell was intense but it was actually fun too...in its own insane way! My college life officially kicked off today and it feels great to know that it did :P So, this much for today. Goodbye Diary!!! :D

Sincerely,

Me =)

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UnknownJuly 4, 2012 at 7:42 AM
Ati lekhko yar.....
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UnknownJuly 5, 2012 at 1:56 AM
haha bichara......tara moj nai bharaicha!! afno kaile khulla bhaisakyo!!
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AnonymousJuly 31, 2014 at 10:45 PM
Yup the canteen thing was the most that got me too..gosh sxc needs a new canteen!
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Anusha NeupaneAugust 1, 2014 at 2:48 AM
Very much so. It's almost scary for the newbies to get around !
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