Hey ya'll I hope 2013 has kicked off to a fantabulous start! and as all new years go, there is a time of reflection, so I thought I'd share some of my own...
I have offish finished my first semester of college, all the
grades are in and this gal didn’t fail! (Which sadly was a very large
possibility)
So, I think I’m going to recap this eventful time in my life
with none other than a BLOG POST. So here we go!
Well, the first week of college was not what I was
expecting, you know in movies where everyone is all buddy buddy, and goes to
parties? Well, I was more SOB SOB SOB SOB SOB, and then to spice things up a
little more SOBBING. I was ripped from the comforts of home and thrust into an
entire new world! And school hadn’t even begun yet!
Now the first day of school came with its own disasters, and
I think I put it most eloquently like so:
August 26th 2012:
7:45a. ready to go!
7:50a. realizes classes don’t start till 9…
8:55a. realized forgot schedule vaguely remembers first
class room #119
8:57a wrong room—in search of help
9:00a. find help (very nice lady) points to room #129
9:03a go to room—big scary people in room
9:05a go back to dorm, call home say “I quit”
9:06a told can’t quit.
9:07a looks at schedule, class in room #019
9:10a to humiliated, decides to try next class at 10a
~effectively skipped first class of college career~
10a in correct room!
10:05a teacher talking about nature.
10:10a teacher still talking about nature, wondering why not
talking about appointed vampire-book reading…
10:12a teacher pulls out class book—not about vampires—about
nature essays…
10:13a tries to figuratively stab self in the face.
10:15a realizes enjoys teacher somewhat
10:45a decides to maybe stay
12p looks up Lit class
12:02p bought wrong books for lit class…
12:03p considers jumping off roof
12:04p decides against this.
12:30 buys nature book
12:50 not so bad nature book
3p calls home to complain.
And that was my first day of college, my life is a disaster,
it’s just my thing.
One of the biggest obstacles in coming to college I feel is
living in close quarters with another human being, and as my next older sibling
is five years older than me, I’ve been an only child in all sense of the word
lately; and when I say close quarters I’m guessing most people picture an
average dorm—however, I don’t live in an average
dorm—I live in a closet. My dorm is about 11x18 and has pull down beds, let me
repeat that pull.down.beds. Like, from the wall—like...Maddie’s room in
Sweet Life of Zack and Cody (but this isn’t a hotel).
When coming to WSC I knew one thing about the dorms, and
that was, I will die if I live in Bowen.
So I did everything I could to not
end up in there, however my efforts were fruitless when the room assignments
came out, and 8th floor Bowen had my name on it. I’ll be real, I ran
to my mommy with teary little eyes, and she directed me to call the office and
demand a new room. But strangely enough at this moment I said:
No, I’ve prayed about
this—and God put me here, as unhappy as I am about it, for a reason. So I
should probably find out what that reason is…
And truthfully dear reader, I’m glad I did.
I have heard countless horror stories of roommate squabbles,
for heavens sake I watched The Roommate,
before coming to college (terrible decision) but I can honestly say I totally
lucked out. Amy is probably the best roommate I could’ve wished for, we are
equally weird in our own little ways, but completely different in almost all of
them. I like to describe us as an old married couple, where I’m the husband who
stays in the room and plays crosswords, and she’s the wife who goes to
bridge—finds out all the gossip and comes back to report…and this is literal,
at one point she needed to come back to the room several times within one
library trip because she needed to unload her new information. We enjoy
roommate bonding time, and I’m fairly certain we rub off on one another in the
most annoying ways; I’ve improved her vocab with abbreviations (totes presh
gurlfrannn) and she’s improved my weird phrases with hot dog! And fair enough…
we have weekly roommate breakfasts, where we both role out of bed on Friday
mornings before A-dog’s 8am class, and enjoy movie nights with lots of food and
candy. I don’t think I can adequately describe all the happenings of our
festive little room—but honestly, I don’t think I could ask for a better
roomie.
Now, when it comes to classes, I’ll try to glide over the
most prevalent. History and anthropology, remember what I said about passing?
This is where the worry came from. Now to put it gently, my teacher was the
anti-christ. And I think the total learning done in this class was 0%. Very
little was notable in these classes, but I do come out of the experience with
some awesome quotes.
“William Wallace was an advanced evolutionist” Yes, William Wallace, the Scottish man….
Thank you for this knowledge.
“Your final is tomorrow, so today we’ll just look at a
slideshow of a vacation I took” Okay, she
didn’t SAY this, but that’s what we did.
And my favorite: “Sometimes
I think I’m a closet Buddhist, but then again I think I’d be a great wiccan, I
don’t know how well my church would like it.” I don’t even know where you come up with something like that.
There have been many more notable memories, but some of
those I think I’ll keep to myself; I’ve met some amazing people, and had some
awesome experiences in the past few months. I’ve come along way since my teary
eyed start, and I’m definitely looking forward to the coming years college has
to offer me!
Okay first of all - happy belated new year! :) second of all, I love the bit about your roommate. I say 'fair enough' to absolutely everything haha! I wish you all the best for this year!
ReplyDeleteShe was excited that I wrote about her too! and happy new year to you as well! :)
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