Coming into the building in the morning, I was rather apprehensive. I had heard from other students about the imposing rooms the class was housed in, about the cameras that zoomed in on you when a microphone was turned on.

Outside the room just before class began, I caught sight of some familiar faces. I found people I knew from various orientations, including one from a couple of months ago, and club icebreaker events. Talking to my peers, I felt my fears abate slightly. It was comforting to know that I would have friends with me.

During the class, I was pleasantly surprised to find the atmosphere significantly lighter than what I expected. For one, I certainly was not expecting one of the professors to bring out a bike and ride it across the front of the classroom as support for an analogy. The professors were very spirited and passionate, something that helped to make the class engaging. The class was more flexible than I had imagined it to be, and there was plenty of opportunities for discussion on the various subjects matters introduced. Many different opinions were represented and despite the fact that I had lost my voice (I blame FROSH and the Imagine Day pep rally), I found myself wanting to join in.

All in all, the class really deviated from my expectations, something I was exceeding grateful for. I enjoyed the class very much, and am looking forward to our next meeting on Tuesday.