As for the classes themselves, they are proving to be (not going to put my foot in my mouth and say they are a piece of cake) as difficult as I thought they would be - which is, honestly, not too hard. They expect you to read, do your work, and think outside of class. If you do that, you'll pass the class. On the same notion, I'm coming to approve of the structure of college classes, and the amount of freedom that you are allotted. IPFW is a campus full of many different people of many different ages, and as such, the professors and staff treat you similarly. It isn't like high school where the teachers pretend you don't know about things. In college, they nip that particular social problem in the bud.
But of course, there are options for the not-so college worthy crowd. Nights of boozing and mindless chit-chat among fellow students who won't remember your face tomorrow, let alone your name. And as per usual, opportunities will arise to join with this crowd. Temptation will be fierce and abundant. I strive to not join that crowd.
Also, I would like to say thank you to the wonderful messages of encouragement from all those who read my father's post from a week or two ago. The messages were very heart-felt, and I appreciated reading every single one of them.
Well, that's that. Hope that I'll break in this college thing soon, and find those who wish to talk to me. And those that like to play pen-and-paper RPG's. My inner nerd has been yearning to play lately.