Wow…where did this week go? Where did this semester go? Yesterday was the last day of classes, which should have been a joyous occasion. I, however, still had an assignment due at midnight, so I wasn’t as free to enjoy the release from classes as much as possible. Finals are upon us here at college, and everyone is super stressed out. The library switches over to being open 24 hours during finals, so I don’t anticipate leaving from here anytime soon (writing this blog is my study break currently).
At the end of every semester, I always end up reflecting on the things I did, what I wish I had done differently, how I could have been a better student, friend, or mentor..whether I want to think about such things or not. (I can’t help it, nostalgia is in my blood.)
Things I wish I had done differently:
- Gone to more club meetings. Allocating time efficiently is the most important skill you will learn at college. There will always be more things you want to do than what you have time for. I wish I had kept up attendance at church and Intervarsity, because my faith will always be important to me…but sometimes I let the need for a higher GPA get in the way of that.
- Paid more attention (in Macroeconomics). This class is hard…and the lectures were boring, but if we’re being honest here, that is one thing I wish I could redo if we started the semester over again. Hindsight is 20/20, right? But seriously, it’s so easy to go through the motions in college, and not be aware of the changing world around you. Keeping your eyes (and mind) open to everything that’s happening will make you a better citizen and allows you to educate someone else on some issue that is very prevalent in the world today.
- Taken leadership. There were some instances where I could have stepped up and taken charge, but I remained in the background, hoping that someone else would do it. I wish I had drawn up my confidence, put on my big girl panties, and taken that chance- but I didn’t. And I regretted it. This is going to be one of my goals for next semester- to be a stronger leader, even if the path looks uncertain and scary.
Things I’m proud to have accomplished:
- Joined a new club. I joined the International Relations Club this semester, and I could not be more excited. I discovered a new love for Model UN (those conferences are so challenging and fun that I think I will be addicted to them for life), and this was a huge step out of my comfort zone- one that I’m so glad I took.
- Made new friends. I don’t like talking to new people. It’s scary. You don’t know if they’ll like you or not. It’s easy to be awkward in social situations. More often than not, I’ve been in a place where I didn’t know anyone, and sat awkwardly with eyes fixed on my phone, hoping that no one will talk to me while secretly hoping that I would be able to make a friend, somehow, through this telepathic communication I dreamed of. But, this semester I’ve worked on that personal skill of reaching out and making a new friend. And it has paid off in extraordinary amounts.
- Spent an entire day not doing homework. I’m one of those people who always has that itch to study- anytime, anywhere. This semester I spent one Saturday not studying at all. I didn’t open a textbook, I didn’t edit a paper, I didn’t think about the assignments I had to do the next day. It was so relieving and I’m so glad I spent that time to recharge myself. I need to remember to do this more often.
I have now (almost) finished 3 out of 8 semesters here at college. Only 5 remain, and I’m constantly afraid I’m wasting precious time. All I need to remember is that almost everything you do in college is preparing you for the future. Whether it’s studying, making new friends, gaining personal development skills- everything will pay off in the end, so you can’t really waste time. I’m content with what I did this semester, even if I do have regrets. The benefits greatly outweigh the costs. Therefore, it has been a positive experience (a little econ humor there..)
If you are like me and just finished classes and finals are looming nearer and nearer, congratulations and good luck! No matter what grade you get, at the end of the day if you’re happy, that’s all that matters.
Now I’m off to study more. And more. And more. But, I’m happy with that. 🙂
It’s that time…Yup. I finally moved in to college. Year two, here we go.
My room may be smaller and I may still have a hall style bathroom, but living in the sorority house is already worth it. Having a community of sisters constantly around you is one of the best things about being in a sorority, but I’ll talk about that at a later date.
I tried really hard this year to make my room match (interior decorating is NOT my forte), but I didn’t quite live up to my own expectations. Maybe pictures will come later once my art stops falling off the walls (#humidity).
Move in this year was a lot different from last year. I’m not a freshman anymore, so I didn’t have a scheduled time to move in, I didn’t have volunteers helping me move my stuff into my room, I didn’t have Orientation Aids in neon shirts saying hi to me over and over again. This year I fit everything into my Toyota Camry, which was a feat of itself because I overpack like craaazy. I drove up Saturday night, and a sorority sister and I unloaded everything in the dark. Compared to last year, this year’s move in was less exciting, but I’m a lot more excited this year than I was before.
I was a complete mess the week before freshmen move in. It felt like I was uprooting my life and transporting it [an hour] down the road. I was in tears packing, thinking that this was the last time I would see my house again, I was going to be an adult now, blah blah blah.
I felt like because I was starting COLLEGE, what’s supposed to be the greatest adventure of your life, the me that had grown up in that house, prior to graduating high school, no longer mattered.
People go to college to change their identity. Now that they’re out of their parents’ grip, they can be whoever they want to be. As for me, I liked who I was. I thought you had to be someone different in college, or at least someone better. I didn’t want to erase all of the memories I had made in high school, or forget all of the experiences I’ve had.
It took me a little while to get accustomed to college. But that didn’t happen until after I realized that I did not have to change.
Sure, you could say I’ve grown a lot in unexplainable ways since last year. I wasn’t distressed leaving home this time, in fact, by the end, I couldn’t wait to leave. Not because I don’t love my parents, but because of all the friends I had made at college that I couldn’t wait to see.
I’ve realized that moving in to college is NOT moving on with your life. Now, moving on implies that you’re putting the past behind you, forgetting all that you’ve done, and looking to the future. But leaving the past behind means removing every experience and instance that made you who you are today from your life. You’d be a blank slate. But I don’t think we should “move on” from high school. We all got accepted to a college, so we shouldn’t forget the person who we are that got accepted. (Note: I’m talking major personality changes, like if you were a total party-er in high school and want to not do that as much in college, then please commit to that!)
But my entire point here is that moving in is not equivalent to moving on.
I had to learn that the hard way; but at least I know that now.
I know most college freshmen are already moved in, but for those that may find this post and read it in the future, please trust me when I say that you don’t have to forget who you are at college.
For many churches throughout my county, today is Graduation Sunday, where we recognize all high school seniors who grew up in the church who are graduating from high school. Some of my closest friends from church were in the grade below me, and are all graduating this week.
Some of them I remember meeting when I was a freshman. Now that I’m done with my freshman year of college, they are about to enter theirs. It’s really exciting and extremely sad at the same time!
I had a hard time going to college because half of my small group from church stayed at home (to finish high school). But now, all of us are going to different parts of the country for school. It’s harder to keep in touch when everyone is so spread out, but I guess that’s just what happens when you become an adult, right?
I never realized how much I would enjoy watching others grow up. It all seems so fun to look back on your own life and count all of the fun memories you’ve had, but I find it even more noteworthy to remember the events from another’s point of view.
Congratulations to all the high school seniors and soon to be graduates. In the words of Elle Woods, “You did it!”
College may not always be easy, but trust me: it will always be worth it.
P.S. Life lesson #451: One should always take silly Sunday selfies.
Hello again! It’s been a little over a month since my last post…too long, in my opinion. However, the focus on school was necessary. The past month has been one of the most stressful months in my life…and for no particular reason other than it was just plain hard. However, it is done with now, like a lot of other things…
Friday was the last day of classes of my freshman year of college. It feels like I was just moving into this dorm, and in a week and a half I will be moved out. After final exams, I’ll have almost four months of freedom from this academically restraining life. But, like most “end of the ____” blogs, it’s time for some reflection.
I don’t think there’s one word that can accurately describe my entire freshman year…but this word tries to: Growth.
I have grown in more ways than I could possibly imagine over the past 8 months. I never imagined I would like living in a dorm…with 34 other people on my floor. I never imagined I would join a sorority. I never imagined I would learn to call this place “home”. I thought that starting college would be the start of the rest of my life. But, when I got here, I learned it wasn’t. As I mentioned in a previous post, college felt like high school without parents to me. But I’m slowly learning the point of college.
The reason that we go to college is to grow into adults. I mean, so many people have kind of told me this before, but it didn’t really click. I wanted to go straight from high school into “the adult life,” even though I have no inkling as to what the adult life even is. I wanted full responsibility for myself. Normal college kids didn’t. They wanted to study a little, have fun at the same time, but be able to rely on parents for things. Throughout my freshman year, I’ve learned to rely on my parents a lot. They’ve become some of the most important people in my life, and in my opinion, they weren’t always.
It just finally makes sense now. Now that one year out of four (or more) is over, I understand that it’s okay to have fun in college. I don’t have to make a 4.0 (even though I get morose when I don’t). I don’t have to study every. single. day. Maybe I’m falling into the peer pressure idea of “college is where the party’s at”, but honestly it feels a lot more freeing than the socialist mindset I wanted to have with: eat, sleep, study, repeat.
I’m still super dedicated to my studies. I still want the same things as I did 8 months ago for my life in the future. I’m not as changed as I was afraid I would become. But I
It finally feels as if I’m growing into who I’m supposed to be. I don’t have all the answers, and I won’t. I never will. But at least I try to find them.
Freshman year was a whirlwind. I’m happy that I get to relax over the summer, but I am sad that I’m going to not be around so many amazing and talented people for a while. Some of my best friends now live 13 hours away. But I know, that when August comes around, they’ll all come back to college. And I can’t wait for that.