Mixed Bag

 Getting ready for the first day of colloquium I was unsure what to expect. I had heard about it from friends, all of which said it was more of a pain than anything else. Nonetheless, I told myself to be open about the class and to not expect anything. I had bought a bike the day before, intending on riding to class, which was only a couple miles from my house. Leaving for class, I crossed the street on brand new bike and after a couple revolutions peddling, the chain popped off and I heard the sound of plastic breaking. I fixed it no problem. My bike chain broke three more times on the way to class. I walked in twenty minutes late with eyes all on me. However, the professor seemed like a pretty easygoing person and likable enough. My classmates seemed to come from all walks of life and I the first day uneasiness went away. The professor talked about little known facts about the environment, everything from the Osprey nesting outside to the way that Americans are funding both sides of the war on terror. Moreover, I felt my assumptions of what the class was about changed, I started to actually enjoy this class! Before long, we were sitting outside closer to the Osprey nest talking about what everyone wanted to do and who they were, we really were a mixed bag of people. We discussed the environment, something I had little experience talking about. Nonetheless, I wanted to do more and more for it as it went on, I considered changing my major to environmental engineering on the new found zeal for the environment. As the first class drew to a close, my outlook changed from dreading this class to wanting more from it.