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School Is A Thing

School started on Monday. I am taking quite the course load, a total of 7 classes to drive myself into the ground. Oh yes, I know that high school students also can have 6, or 7, or 8 classes every day. And I know that I don't have every class every day. In fact, for most days I don't have to get to school until 10:00 am. But in college, 7 classes is lot. Especially if three of those classes have labs to go with them. (Organic Chemistry, Physics, Animal Reproduction). So I attend about 14.5 hours a week in lectures and another 7 hours in lab. A week has about 168 hours to it. If you are supposed to spend 8 hours a day sleeping, that adds up to 56 hours a week. So, you're already down to only spending 112 hours awake every week. Minus the 7 hours of lab and 14.5 hours of lecture, you get about 90.5 hours of free time. But wait, that's not all! As a college student, you are expected to spend 4 hours of studying for every 1 hour spent in class. For lectures alone that is another 58 hours spent on schoolwork. So now you're down to 32.5 hours of free time. Of course, you are expected to apply that same process to labs. 7 hours in lab, 28 hours out of lab, 4.5 hours of free time. Cut out a half hour for each meal every day, 10.5 hours, and you actually get a negative number for your free time, -6. Negative six hours of free time every week. Not including bathroom breaks and travel times.
Realistically, I only spend about 2 hours of work outside of class for each lab. Since you don't really need to study, just write a lab report which takes about 2 hours. So instead of spending 28 hours outside of lab, I'm really only spending about 6 hours. So I do get about 16 hours of free time every week from that. And I only eat two meals a day instead of three so I'm only spending 7 hours a week there, bringing me up to 19.5 hours of free time every week. Or roughly 2.7 hours a day. To get from one place to another. To use the bathroom. To be social.
So, yes. College is much harder than high school. Even though it seems relatively easy and relaxed. It doesn't help that some of the classrooms are kept so cold that that only thing I can think about is how COLD it is. It's 78 degrees outside. I am never prepared to walk into a classroom that is 50 some degrees. I'm exaggerating. I have no idea what the actual temperature is in the classroom. I just know that it is cold. And my hands are freezing.
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