今年大一,求英语日记,字数不用太多…

今年大一,求英语日记,字数不用太多…

新生日记：【都是老美写的】
I am writing this one from the comfort of my own room...at home! Yes, that means that I successfully made it through the rest of the semester. I had some late nights, but I got all of my projects and papers done, some even ahead of time, which feels great, by the way. I definitely recommend not procrastinating. It is such a great stress reliever! I was busy, busy, busy the last few days. I don’t know how I would have survived if I’d been procrastinating...wouldn’t have been pretty.
So now let’s go back in time...back to Spring Weekend, which was the last weekend in April. It was awesome! The weekend started on Thursday, with a concert by Dropkick Murphys and Common. I didn’t go, but a lot of my friends did, and from what I hear, it was a great concert. And it was also sold out! I knew a lot of people that waited too long to get tickets...they wanted to kick themselves when they realized that they’d missed their chance.
Friday night was another Chameleon Club, which I must say wasn’t as fun as the first one that I went to. Regardless, I still had a good time, and it gave everyone a chance to loosen up and forget about all the work that they had to do. On Saturday, the lawn between the Commons and the architecture building was transformed into a fair. There was a stage, where a Dave Matthews cover band, a student band, and dance club members performed throughout the day. The fair also had several rides and attractions, Del’s lemonade, hot dogs, cotton candy, and DOUGHBOYS. The line for the doughboys was realllllyy long, but the fried dough that I got out of the deal was well worth the wait. Another thing that you could to at the fair was tie-dye a Spring Weekend towel. Many people participated in this activity, so there were tie-dyed towels hanging to dry all along the edge of the fairgrounds. I went with my roommate and another friend, and we had a great time, even though it was kinda cold. Later that night, everyone gathered on the grass behind the New Academic Building to watch a fireworks display out on the water. The fireworks marked the end of the Spring Weekend festivities, which was a bit depressing. But, all good things must come to an end at some point, and on Sunday, the reality of school set in.
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A lot took place on our first weekend of matches at home on the season. It was really exciting because it was the first time for me to sit on the bench with the IU women's soccer team for the first regulation game in our own home stadium. The weekend of soccer started out with the arrival of three recruits visiting, who overall I think had a chance to see some quality soccer in the inaugural Hoosier Classic.
We then went to our pre-game meal at Affairs of the Sun. They always serve such good food there, but I always eat too much, then I my stomach has something to say about that later. We then went to pre-game and watched a very inspirational highlight tape that gave me goose bumps to watch.
The Classic for us opened with a match against Miami (Fla.), which was a close game. I hit the crossbar on a wide-open goal, and I was so frustrated with myself. I shook it off later and was able to forget about it. Our team played really well and I felt that we were a much better team and just as athletic c as them, but we didn't finish on our opportunities. We ended up losing 2-1, but Coach was pretty happy with how we played despite the score.
Saturday, we had a jog and stretch practice before we watched film to prepare for the next day. Sunday's game was against Xavier and we knew what we had to do to get the job done.
We arrived for breakfast at 10 a.m. on Sunday and watched Aladdin in the Metz Lounge at the stadium. After breakfast, we went out to the field to warm up where it was at least 90 degrees outside. We played hard the first half, ending it with a 2-1 lead. The second half we didn't play as well but scored another goal and didn't let the Musketeers score again. At the end of the weekend, I thought it was a successful outing. It was not the exactly the results we were looking for, but in the end we learned some valuable lessons. I think we are finally starting to get our team chemistry together and create opportunities to score. Hopefully you will get a chance to come out and see us at home against Butler and Bowling Green next weekend. Until next time, GO HOOSIERS!
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During her first week at Furman University last semester, Amber Kirtley enrolled in a cardio-kickboxing class to avoid the dreaded "Freshman 15." After one intense class, she discovered that yoga was more her speed.
For her humanities class, she was a little nervous about reading the "Epic of Gilgamesh" because she didn't understand the book's title. And, oh, she's just a little peeved about the shortage of parking on campus.
Anyone would know these details about Amber's life if they clicked on her biweekly journal at engagefurman.com. The freshman from Maryville, Tenn., is one of six Furman students who write journals about their first-year experiences. "I'm trying to convey the ups and downs of college," says Ms. Kirtley, now known as Journal Girl. "I'm trying to be real, and I hope that comes across."
Increasingly, colleges across the United States are turning to online student diaries as a way to recruit prospective students. The idea is simple: Supply the budding authors with a digital camera and let them write about their freshman year as it's happening. The approach seems to be working. At Furman, about 30,000 people, from alumni to parents and high school students, read it every week. Alfred University in Alfred, N.Y., reports that its journals are the most heavily viewed pages. From a school's point of view, it gives readers a better idea of what campus is like, and so might spark interest in a school visit.
"It's a trend, and more and more institutions are finding the need to present their schools not just through marketing materials, but also by showing real student experiences," says Jim Shaynak, senior associate director of admissions at Bucknell University in Lewisburg, Pa.
Since Mr. Shaynak started The Year in the Life diaries three years ago (yearinthelife.bucknell.edu), the response has been overwhelmingly positive. Although it is a marketing tactic, "it's not some watered-down version that is fixed or changed by admissions. We do our best not to apply a marketing admissions theme to the students' stories. But the students are up on Bucknell, so they are going to be good promoters."
"The following weekend marked a SWEET trip planned by Furman University Student Activities Board awesome committee, Co-Spo, to Sugar Mountain ski resort in North Carolina. Co-Spo collaborated with the Outdoors Club to bring an absolutely fabulous trip that included all your meals, a full day's lift ticket, ski or snow board rentals, a night in a hotel, and transportation - all for $20. Clomping around in those uncomfortable boots, dragging those heavy skis and awkward poles is just a recipe for disaster. But luckily I made it out to the mountain in one piece and actually had a really great time."
- Excerpt from the diary of Amber Kirtley (left, with Ellen Heise)
There's certainly nothing new about student blogs - there are millions of them floating in cyberspace. What separates these online journals from the rest of the pack is that they are university sponsored and featured prominently on a school's admissions pages. These journals are photo heavy and focus on a few events every few weeks. But one has to ask - how real are these journals? And are they simply mouthpieces for the school?
"A kid who is going to see this diary is going to approach it with a healthy skepticism," says Paul Marthers, dean of admissions at Reed College in Portland, Ore., who is still weighing the pros and cons of a school-sponsored online journal. Some of the difficulties, says Mr. Marthers, are choosing the right people to represent the school, deciding whether or not the diaries are a passing fad, and whether prospective students are going to assume freshmen were "coached" on what to write.
Some writers, in fact, do tend to play the role of cheerleader for their school. But these are the types of students administrators want writing for their sites, not someone disengaged in campus life. Many belong to sororities or fraternities and participate in other activities such as band, sports, and various clubs, and are upbeat about their schools.
Surprisingly, these active students have carte blanche. Their journals are posted unedited and the schools leave it up to the students to write responsibly and to post appropriate photos.
"We're taking a little bit of a risk - a big risk - because we're giving them that flexibility," says Greg Carroll, vice president of marketing and public relations at Furman in Greenville, S.C. "One of the most effective things we'll tell them is, 'Just remember that your mom is reading this, your friends, your relatives.' We could shut the thing down if we had to," he says, but it has never reached that point.
Most of the journals seem fairly routine. Students describe packing up the car, together with the parents and heading to college for the first time, and how there aren't enough hours in the day to finish assignments and participate in activities. Occasionally, however, students don't paint a rosy picture, and this is where it becomes more interesting. In Amber's recent journal entry, she whined about multiple parking tickets. She complained that because her parking registration wasn't sent in early enough to park in the South Housing Parking lot, she never has anywhere to park her Isuzu Rodeo. She also complains that foreign-language requirements are taking too much of her time.
"I haven't heard from any administrators, which I'm kind of sad about," says Amber of her parking dilemma. "I thought, 'Maybe they'll let me park closer.' It hasn't worked for me."
Because these journals are posted unedited, offensive language could be a concern, but it's posed only a few problems over the years. A couple of years ago, one of Bucknell's female diarists posted a picture of a male student wearing a bra. "You'd sit back and say, 'Is this appropriate?' " says Shaynak. But since this reflects dorm life, he says, "we left it up and allowed it to remain up." And sometimes, a student's writing is too stiff, so Shaynak steps in and asks for livelier fare.
"Last weekend, Kappa Delta brought back the '80s, or K80s as we affectionately termed it. Our first function was a myriad of leggings, blue eye shadow, jean jackets, side pony tails, and sweatbands. It was SO FUN. I love dressing up, so this was Heaven for me. A big group of us went to eat at Ruby Tuesdays prior to the function and the looks we got from the other customers were priceless. Afterwards, Hailey, Chris, David and I spent the rest of the night continuing to stroll down memory lane by watching 'Footloose.' "
- excerpt from Amber Kirtley's online diary
Some journals are more structured than others. For instance, Furman students can write about whatever they want - weekend getaways, parties, dorm life. At Bucknell, administrators pick specific topics, such as life inside the classroom and making the most of campus activities, for the students.
About four "issues" come out each semester. Freshman Brittany Vogt from Jonesborough, Tenn., says before she arrived at Bucknell, the diaries definitely piqued her interest. "It's what got me to come here - seeing what campus life was like."
And when schools feature students from other countries, it might even boost interest from outside the US. A few years ago, Furman featured a writer from Jamaica and since then, applications from Jamaica have been steadily rising.
"He wrote a whole thing about how if you looked really forlorn and you sat around the kitchen in the women's dorm, they would cook for you," says Carroll with a laugh. "He had photos of all these women cooking him food. His perspective is interesting because this is not Jamaica. Sixty degrees for him is cold."
Although the journals are geared toward prospective students, it's sometimes the parents who read them regularly.
"My mom started reading the journals, and then she told me about them. I would read them when I could, but she would print them out and lay them on my bed," says Amber. "It was one of the major deciding factors for me to come to Furman. I identified with Katie's journal, and she just made it sound so fun and they did a lot of different things. It connected me to a place."
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During the frenzied fuss of the daunting college search, I knew only one thing for certain. I wanted to get away. I wasn’t unhappy – I was bored. After living in the same town with the same people for eighteen years, I was starving for a new story. I wanted to have something all to myself. I wanted to immerse myself in unfamiliarity for the hell of it. Now, new faces, new fears and new revelations stood right outside my door, beckoning at me to reinvent myself.
I have been in college now for almost three whole months; a wide eyed freshman. A handful of students from my high school attend this same college, but as none of them were close friends of mine, I saw it as coming alone. I noticed two kinds of people on that first day. There were the shy, bashful ones, nervously arranging and rearranging their rooms, offering timid smiles as I walked by. Then there were the overly excited ones, babbling on about their friends back home, their hobbies, and pryingly asking questions, one after the other, straining to see if they had anything in common with the people they were to live with for the next eight months. I was the latter. I immediately clicked with one of my suitemates, and she too, looking for a friend in a new home, was grateful, and thus began our inseparable camaraderie. The first few days, we quipped about our home life, the best friends we had left, previous boyfriends we acknowledged as foolish, but still missed, our families and our hopeful expectations for the next few years.
I listened intently as Dana delved into the various quirks of each one of her best friends, wondering what would become of my own. Dana was lively, but never outrageous. She knew little about the social “calling” of a college student. When I got restless, I dragged her to a few parties; our introduction into the college social scene. It seemed that meeting potential friends at these parties was much easier than in the classroom. As weeks progressed, I had found a core group of girls who quickly became my best friends. Rapport between some of my high school friends and I slowly grew weaker, and thus, I came to learn about the value of true friendships; the first of many lessons I would learn in this new world.