Fresh meat.

Entering as a freshman, students refer to as fresh meat. Eyeballed by the upper class-men as you walk by on campus looking for the building where your class is. Of course, I wasn't asking a student where a particular building was, so they can realize that I'm a new student. Nope, not me, but I did consult the custodians. Yeah, I said it the custodians, there's one in every building, on every floor, in every bathroom.

The start of the college life didn't faze me. I didn't understand why my friends were so overwhelmed with "getting away" with an agenda to be wild. I mean, I was already independent with freedom. To me it was nothing more than new faces, new experiences and nothing but opportunity. However, I did feel the weight of responsibilities.

My first sight of the expensive textbooks, the overbearing duties on the syllabus, running back and forth to the financial aid office for F*cked up transactions, and dealing with the attitudes of the staffs at the registrar's office. I don't get it, why have an attitude if someone wants help? I'm pretty sure it was included in the job description, isn't it?

So duty calls, but on the bright side my freshman year went by smooth. There are always the ups and downs in doing something new.