College life essay 1: My college life My university is in Dalian, Liaoning Province. It was called Normal College in summer and changed to Normal University in spring.
I was admitted to a normal college by accident. I knew little about colleges and universities at that time. Even when I fill in my volunteers, I can't tell the difference between a junior college and an undergraduate course, let alone choose my own school. In the year of the college entrance examination, we will inform the exam results first, and then fill in the volunteers. I listened to the teacher in charge because I didn't understand. I asked the teacher what I should volunteer to do. The teacher said, it depends on your own ideal. I said, I don't have any ideal, just don't be a farmer. This answer is still a bit embarrassing in retrospect, and I feel that my ideological level is worse than that of a child. It is often seen on TV that the host asks the children: What is your future ideal? The children scrambled to say: to be a scientist, astronaut, doctor ... no one said he wanted to be an official, and no one said like me,' I don't have any ideal, just don't be a farmer'. I didn't mean to denigrate farmers' friends, because I am a farmer's son and my family is a farmer. I am well aware of the difficulties of farmers. My brothers and sisters work all day and can't even get enough food and clothing.
My mother gave me a principle when I filled in my volunteer: I must spend less money. Because life at home was extremely difficult at that time, my father died a year before I went to college, and there was a grandmother in her 90 s who needed the care of her mother. So I understand how my mother felt at that time. Upon inquiry, normal colleges and universities don't charge tuition and books, and 22 yuan has a monthly food subsidy of 50 cents.
In this way, I came to Normal University and became a normal student. In those years, people were reluctant to go to normal colleges of agriculture, forestry and water medicine, and their social status was very low after they joined the work, especially when they were teachers. So that after I joined the work, a colleague wanted to introduce me to a girlfriend. She is a shop assistant in a state-owned store. As soon as people heard that she was a teacher and didn't even ask about my basic situation, they politely refused: I don't want to find a teacher. This is another story.
Later, I came to the geography department of Liaoning Normal University. As for why I chose the geography department, I also have a small abacus in my heart. Because I heard that there are many field internships in the geography department, I can go around and travel. I like it very much. If so, we have indeed done a lot of field practice. In four years, we really traveled and visited many places, from Shanghai in the south to Harbin in the north, and Hohhot in the mainland. As for places in the province or near Dalian, we often go. Let the students of other departments envy. I remember that our university went to Shandong Peninsula for internship in the first half of the year, took a boat from Dalian to Yantai, and then went to Lingshan, Qixia, Penglai and Laoshan respectively. Every day the school will give us some subsidies. The teacher is afraid that our boys will run around and have an accident during the internship, so he always puts a smoke bomb on us before we leave: in this internship, students' performance is used to evaluate their grades, and each class has two indicators of failing. This sentence is the most useful, which is equivalent to a spell, scaring us around the teacher every day: helping the teacher carry the parcel, exploring the way for the teacher when going up the mountain, asking the teacher some questions from time to time and writing them down in the notebook. Try to pretend to be modest. After returning from Shandong, the teacher told us that in view of the students' performance and the situation of handing in their homework, they all passed the internship by applying to the department.
During the internship, we dressed up like geologists: wearing a sun hat, carrying a military kettle on the left shoulder, and carrying small backpack on the right shoulder. We had a compass, a tape measure, a notebook and drawing tools in our pockets, and some of them looked very capable with a small hammer in their hands, rubber shoes and sportswear. Outsiders think we are explorers. Once, when we were internship in Qianshan, there was a narrow climbing stone step where people were waiting in line. Suddenly, many policemen came and blocked the road. Let everyone pull over and get out of the way. Someone asked what was going on, and the police said it was a big leader. Later, we went to the police and said that we were not tourists, but came to work. As a result, the police used the intercom to shout to the people above: Let the researchers go first.
Our campus is divided into two campuses, north and south, which are split in two by a main road. The geography department is in the south campus, and the mathematics department is in the same three-story building. At both ends of the corridor on the second floor are the amphitheatre and the reading room. The amphitheatre is where we have classes, and the reading room is where we watch our writing homework. There are so many books in the reading room that people are dazzled. Borrow books casually, so happy that children in this mountain don't know what to do. Just like Grandma Liu entered the Grand View Garden. To tell the truth, before I went to college, I seldom read extracurricular books except the picture books I read when I was a child. So my knowledge reserve is so poor that I am often ridiculed by my classmates: I know nothing. At that time, I didn't even know which axis countries were in World War II, and I couldn't tell the great dynasties in China's history, because I didn't study history. Some vague historical knowledge is also heard from others or books. Even when I first entered school, I pronounced Xue Baochai as Xue Baochai in front of many people, which attracted everyone's laughter. In order to make up for the shortcomings in the past, I study hard. In addition to completing the required courses, I also read many extracurricular books, biographies, historical novels and four classic novels, which are widely read at home and abroad.
Relatively speaking, the workload of our geography department is relatively light. We often have large classes in the morning, study freely in the afternoon, and do not study at night. So several of us often go to the school auditorium to watch movies. In order not to spend money on movies, I often help them sell movie tickets and get a free movie. This department often organizes dances on Saturday nights. I have never been very active in this kind of activity, because I know that I am short and fat, and I can only add more jokes to everyone by dancing.
I went back to my alma mater the year before last. I am very happy to see that my alma mater has undergone earth-shaking changes. Now it has changed from two campuses to three, our teaching building has also become a brand-new high-rise, the library has become more spacious, the books have become richer, the campus has become cleaner, the green space has increased, the enrollment has also increased, and our geography department has also been changed into the School of Urban Management.
Thanks to my alma mater!
Prose 2 on college life: wonderful college life, huge campus, fashionable clothes, hurried figure, and a sense of freedom of ivory tower have appeared in my mind thousands of times. University life is beautiful, free and unrestrained. Do what you want and think what you want. Everything is so natural. However, there are always times when you are in a quiet dormitory, and there is no laughter, no slapstick and no one to talk to. Watching so many people go home and go out to play on the balcony in twos and threes, you feel particularly lonely and empty. At this time, I always think a lot, miss my former friends, miss my previous study and life, and miss many things I didn't know how to cherish before. There is a saying that people always feel the value of something after losing it. Yes, I don't know how to cherish it when I have it, and I realize the importance of such things to myself after I lose it.
How many girls want fashionable clothes? I studied hard for 20 years just to come to this university and enjoy a relaxed and free life for a few years. It is not easy to think about it. However, I feel ridiculous for no reason. I feel that my efforts in high school have decided my present in a college entrance examination, which is unfair, but so what? The past is the past, so it seems unnecessary to mention it again. Before I entered this university, I was very anxious and sad. When we get to college, maybe time can really heal our pain. Gradually, even I don't know when I faded out of life with this result. College life is really different from high school. Perhaps the most important thing here is to adapt. In fact, every college student knows it, but he just doesn't want to face up to this problem. Even under the glamorous appearance, it is not necessarily a happy and satisfied heart. Paying attention to appearance does not mean inner understanding. It seems that we all prefer to live in chaos than to face a sober and purposeful life, just like a ship, which has power, but doesn't know where to go, stops and stops, and finally doesn't know where to go. There is no other shore in its heart.
The huge campus and beautiful figure seem to let a quiet girl see a lot of emotions and feelings, although many people don't want to mention it.
Fallen leaves are scattered all over the floor, and a cool breeze blows gently. It is destined to be a autumn scenery every year, but this autumn is particularly lonely.
Essay 3 on college life: The first experience of college is to lean against the window, bored, holding chin in your left hand and unconsciously holding the windowsill in your right hand. Outside the window, yellow and green, only a few leaves are almost bare, and the trunk of buttonwood is thin in this southern winter. Under the tree, leaves pile up and the wind blows, just like a golden butterfly, dancing lightly and beautifully.
Time, like a fallen leaf, slips away quietly until it is realized that it has long since ceased to exist. Three months in the blink of an eye. Time is not long, less than a semester, very short. The previous enthusiasm for the university gradually faded with the passage of time. As strong as the leaves of a buttonwood tree, the green has faded to grayish yellow. Now, my university is like a cup of warm water, neither too hot nor too cold, and my passion has faded.
Think of that time, really some regrets. I only accepted the baptism of the college entrance examination a few months ago, and then I entered the university gate. Holding a bag in his hand, he followed his parents with luggage. My slightly immature face is filled with joy and I look around with curiosity and excitement. The road before us seems to be very long and endless. The trees on both sides of the road are really green, and green will drown people. People keep coming and going, some of them are like me, my parents accompany me to school, and some of them are seniors and sisters, helping with luggage and receiving new students.
Report for duty, pay money, collect daily necessities, and find a dormitory. Under the guidance of a senior, I kept wandering, stopping, stopping. I talked to him in my poor Mandarin from time to time along the way, but I still felt good about myself. In the evening, a person is lying in a newly made bed, somewhat in a trance. Although I am tired all day, I can't sleep at this time. Looking back on this day, in the fog, I haven't recovered from the fact that I am already a college student. Tossing and turning like this, the first night of college ended like this.
Next, students will enroll new students and sign up in a hurry. Right away, interview. Standing on the stage, under the attention of my seniors and sisters, my nervous voice trembled and I mechanically repeated my self-introduction over and over again. Senior questions, some sharp, at a loss to twist the hem of the clothes. Slurred speech, confused thinking, confused answers. Hearing the sentence "You can go out first" from the senior, if you are granted amnesty, you can't wait to say "Goodbye, Senior and Senior" and run away by sliding the door.
First reporter's day, first time on stage. Ten days of rehearsal, stepping on the melody, repeated over and over again, from disorder to calm. Standing on the stage, the face with slight makeup is expressionless, even if it asks for a smile. The melody sounded and waited quietly. At that moment, I took the first step nervously, like floating in the air step by step, without any sense of reality, but still trying to step on the beat.
Three months, bit by bit, just like a movie, the color screen flashed and dazzled, but it was not without traces. The strangeness at the beginning has already become familiar, and habits have begun to become natural. Gradually, my enthusiasm faded, and I began to look at the scenery around the campus calmly and sit in the library reading. Three months to complete the transformation, completed the first experience of the university.