Essay On My First Day At College For Students

Studying at College Library

I remember my first day at college. I had looked forward to it when I was in my school days. Life at college meant the joy, freer and fuller life for me. It meant that I was no longer a boy, that I had grown p and had become fit to bear larger responsibilities. Naturally, my first day at college was the beginning of a new chapter in my life.

I first tasted freedom when I saw that I would no longer be confined to the same room for hours together as I used to be at school rather I had to move from one room to another at the end of each lecture.
From the lecture hall to the library, from seminar to the laboratory, from the common room to gymnasium,-- a college student is constantly on the move.

Sitting with College Friends

To me on that first day, that in itself was a thrilling experience. Imagine a hundred of the student rushing down the corridors, or across fields, to the next class to occupy the best or the most comfortable seat! It was a sensation of new life, a feeling of exciting youthful vitality.
Of course, few don't bother about this and sits wherever they find blank spaces. But I was not one of these.
It was a privilege for me to choose my own seat, to have to struggle for it and to get it by my own effort. It gave me self-confidence and increase my moral value; I tasted life, as it were, with a deep relish.

Then I also found that here at college it doesn't need to indulge four or five hours on the books. Sometimes between classes, there would be a break; an off-period or two which I would spend relaxing.
My college had a good reading room attached to the library, and a common room which was even better-furnished with means for healthy indoor recreations,-- carom and ping-pong sets; newspapers and magazines; benches on which we could sit, and space loiter in. On that first day, I was, a mere looker-on; the seniors were there, reading periodicals, playing games, or discussing things. How important and grown-up they looked! Soon I also would be one of them. I also walked about the library and the corridors and realized with some pride that I was a member of a richer and fuller corporate life.

No less thrilling to me were the classes. The roll call, the lectures delivered on the various subjects, the peculiarities of the different teachers, -- the learning of one, the elocution of another, the strict discipline enforced by a third-- all these provided me and my friends with subjects for endless gossip and interminable discussion.

College Image

That first day of college was generally a day of exploration. I peeped in at the principal's room and the professors' rooms, and the offices and the laboratories and the library. I looked into the offices of the Union-- our college Union!  It was the symbol of our academic freedom. 
So before the day was over I had realized that from now on I was fate my own destiny, the maker of my future. I was free to drop a class and waste a period. There would be no one to ask me why I did not prepare my lessons?; none to punish me either if my mind played truant while work was going on in the class.
But I could do it only at my own cost, and in the end, I would have to regret my negligence and inattention. I also found that to the obedient and enthusiastic student the college offered help and guidance in many ways.

Here we would have to discover our own needs and find out ways to help each other. In other words, there would be no spoon-feeding. I found liberty, but with it, there were, of course, responsibilities. I came back from college feeling happy, but fully conscious of a new burden laid on me.