My First Day Experience In The University
| My First Day At UNIUYO - A Day I'll Never Forget |
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| Introduction |
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You know those days that just stick with you? Not perfect, but they mark a line in the sand, the true start of something new. Mine happened on January 5th, 2023. The air itself felt different. This was the day when I ceased being an admission seeker and officially became a student in the Department of Geo-Informatics and Surveying at the University of Uyo.
I'd played this day out in my head a million times. In my daydreams, I was this cool, confident figure, striding into lecture halls like I owned them, flashing easy smiles at future friends. The reality that soon came was a lot messier, a lot more human, and honestly, way funnier in hindsight.
The Morning Jitters |
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I woke up that morning with my heart already in my throat, way before my alarm even had a chance to go off. Breakfast was a no-go; my stomach was doing somersaults. And I must have changed my outfit three times, staring into the mirror, giving myself a pep talk that sounded as shaky as my hands. "You can do this. It's just a big university, no big deal." Yeah, right. The truth was, I was terrified of getting lost, of looking like the clueless fresher I was, of being surrounded by hundreds of people who all seemed to know exactly where they were headed.
Stepping through the main gate was like walking into a wave of sound and energy. A sea of students flowed around me—laughter echoing, feet scuffling against the pavement, snippets of a dozen different conversations hitting my ears all at once. For a solid minute, I just stopped and stood there, a complete statue amidst the chaos. This was it. My new life is starting right here, right now.
The Great Lecture Hall Mix-Up |
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Time for my first lecture. Or so I thought. The campus felt like a maze, and my pride was a little too fragile to keep asking for directions. Then I spotted a group of students who looked like they knew what they were doing, all heading purposefully towards one of the big halls. "My people!" I thought, and fell in step behind them, trying to mimic their confident air.
I found a seat, pulled out my notepad, and tried to look intelligent. The lecturer came in and started talking. Almost immediately, my internal alarm started buzzing. Stuff he was discussing sounded… advanced. Really advanced. I just kept nodding along, thinking, "Wow, UNIUYO doesn't waste any time, huh? Straight into the deep end."
And then it happened. The lecturer stopped and said, "All right, all my 200-level people, make sure you jot that down for your next practical session."
My pen froze. 200-level?
A cold wave of pure dread washed over me. I was in the wrong class! I snuck a glance around and met a few curious stares that seemed to say, "You're new here, aren't you?" My face went hot. I gathered my things as quietly as I could, mumbled an apology to no one in particular, and practically flew out of that room. Once I was safely in the corridor, I leaned against the wall and burst out laughing at my own rookie mistake. Talk about a welcome to university life! My first real lesson wasn't on a syllabus: always double-check the classroom and level before you sit down! ????
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That day was far from the smooth, confident start I'd pictured; I was a bundle of nerves, completely lost, and publicly embarrassed. But you know what? That's what made it real. It's in those awkward, cringe-worthy moments that I really began learning what uni is all about. It isn't just about the knowledge you soak up from books. It's about learning to negotiate the world on your own, find your feet when the ground feels unstable, and grow up without really realizing it.
As the weeks passed, I found my way. The maze of pathways became familiar, the strangers became friends, and the places that once made me feel small became my own. The shaky first day had forced a strength out of me I never knew I possessed and prepared me for everything afterward.
**Wrapping It Up My first day at University of Uyo is now a core memory. It taught me that every new beginning is going to have its stumbles, and yeah, maybe a little public humiliation too. But that’s what makes the best stories later on. Now, every time I think about that kid, with a nervous smile, walking into a completely wrong class, I can't help but grin. It was the messy, imperfect, hilariously botched beginning to a journey I wouldn't trade for anything. I invite @etified01 and @bossj23
Quite interesting, there's always this nervousness on a first time in school
I glad you didn't skip out this part