Sunday, February 17, 2019
My Fifth Year Of Highschool :: essays research papers
With dim lights hanging over car park felt-covered tables on one side of the room and loud, blinking arcade games on the other, and music blaring from a jukebox, at that place was no way I was ever going to leave the university. Only a dollar 25 to play pool here for an hour And when it wasnt my turn, I could go and play pinball Every day, hundreds of students hung around the arcade, sh kayoeding, laughing and looking to contest someone to a game of pool or a chatoyant at beating you on an arcade game. Yes, I came away from there many times with a bigger ego. I never go forth after being defeated-you just had to find someone else and beat him or her. I lost a lot of money in that obscure basement amidst the cracking of pool balls and the beeping of video games. But I took something out of it too. In a way, all the money I lost was compensable for what I know now an arcade should not substitute for college, crimson if the arcade is in the basement of the student union.As a entrant at the University of Arizona, I at first found myself awed by the power of college The flocks of people-students and professors alike-mingling on the mall, in the buildings, and in the Student Union. And in the primaeval weeks of my first semester, I quickly found my favorite place on campus the arcade. Billiards, table tennis, video games, and music. All the trademarks of a college students digression area. It was in these first few weeks that my impression was made about the university. When friends or relatives would ask me questions such as Hows college? or Whats school like? I would tell them what I really thought. I would say, Its like high school, but with a lot more than people, a bigger campus, and a lot of time in between your classes. And that is the apparent(a) truth. My class work did not offer much of a challenge-it was more or less the same stuff Id been beholding for years. The professors werent that big of a deal-they were much like high school teache rs, but you got to call them by their first name. And the number one trump thing about going to college? I didnt always make water to go Thats right attendance in some of my classes wasnt even mandatory.
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