it’s weird to think that i’m already three-quarters of the way done with my freshman year of college. with spring break next week, I’ve taken to reflecting and organizing my thoughts about going to school here.
my first semester was one of sky-high ups and lows as far down as they come. I struggled with social anxiety and feelings of depression, but at the same time, I experienced moments of elation that surpassed all those before them. I felt anger and distain towards people in a capacity that i never had before, and overwhelming senses of appreciation at the people around me. I learned a lot about myself and who I wanted (and didn’t want) to be.
and this semester has turned everything in on its head. i felt incredibly lost at the beginning, and more tired than I have been since junior year of high school. there were a lot of friends I lost, but even more that I gained. this semester I found a community of friends, and discovered a sense of belonging, something I’ve been searching for years to find.
but washington college isn’t heaven. it’s not the fields of elysium or a castle on the clouds. it’s not magic, it’s a school. and it’s what you make of it. I’m lucky I guess, that I found a school that feels like home. to be honest, there are a number of people who don’t feel the same way I do. and I want to be candid:
this blog is biased.
and it’s not because I get paid for it (i do) but because it’s hard not to write about the things that make you happy. it’s hard not to gush about a school that made you feel better about education than 7 years of public schooling. because as much as this blog is to share my school, it’s also to share my life. when i look back, years from now, i’d rather remember the good and not the bad. i’d prefer to look fondly on the nights spent stargazing or how amazing my experience at birthday ball was, rather than a bad night of drinking or fighting with my friends about trivial matters.
washington college isn’t for everyone. it was perfect for me in ways that might drive a different student up the wall. wac is a small school, it’s intimate, a little laid-back at times, a little rowdy at others. maybe it’s because I’m still a bright-eyed freshman, but i like to think that over the next four years washington college is a place where i can continue to feel like I can be myself.
unfortunately, i was having so much fun on saturday that I didn’t get very many pictures of birthday ball. well, i say “unfortunately” but isn’t it a good thing? to be enjoying yourself so much and to be so caught up in the moment, you don’t even think to take pictures because you know that it will stick in your memory for years?
a couple of weekends ago, i meth two wonderful girls named holly and julie, and let me just tell you they are two fantastic amazing wonderful people. i kinda love ‘em a lot. anyway, we spent most of the day together. starting with the lacrosse game against Goucher, i chilled with them and some of the KA brothers (pretty cool guys) and we enjoyed the sunshine and clean air of a winter giving hopes for spring. after the second half, we shifted from the bleachers to the hillside and there’s really only one word that sums up how fun that was: puppies. a lot of people that bring their dogs and there are a lot of dogs that are only ten weeks old and the cutest freaking things ever.
moving forward, after the game, julie and I brought our stuff to holly’s room and then went to hang out at talbot. I made tea (and got some weird looks from some of the brothers) and we grabbed chinese before heading back to get ready.
the dance itself was spectacular. the decorations were amazing, the dj was on point, and i was there with people that make me happy.
can’t wait for next year!
p.s. realised that this is has been in my drafts for about a week, so sorry for the late post. :\
a word to the wise: look before you leap
i sprained my foot and had to go to the hospital today
it’s okay to miss class. be aware of the absences you’re allowed and know that if the cold medicine you took because you’re sicker than sick is making you feel like you’re about to pass out, you don’t have to go to english class.
don’t make a habit of missing class, but keep in mind that you can’t have a healthy mind without a healthy body.
Happy February! #selfiesaturday #wcphotoaday
okay, let me clarify. it’s not that I haven’t been truthful. it’s just that, i’m not going to pretend that it’s incredibly easy to blog about college life. college is hard. in many ways it’s easier than highschool, true. for example, learning in classes devoted to topics you get to choose on a schedule that you get to orchestrate makes learning hella easier; however, the material and schedule is definitely time consuming.
my first week back was
a little very anomalous. we had a snow day the second day of classes and a delay on wednesday, it took a while to get the ball rolling and back into the groove of things. and yet I was ready, coming back for my second semester, I had a foothold that was absent in the fall; I had friends to come back to, a defined schedule, and classes that I had been excited for since advising day. I relaxed with some friends over the weekend and spent time recovering from a cold I developed just before the semester started.
this week was an entirely different picture. it’s only been two weeks and already I feel like I’ve been home for a month. rehearsals for arcadia started on tuesday and have been going every night since then. every morning I wake up, go to the gym (if it’s a tuesday or thursday, usually), go to class, go to work, go to dinner, go to rehearsal, do homework, go to bed. it leads to late nights and tired mornings. but i love it. not the no sleep part, believe you me, I love my sleep, but the consistency and the honest dedication. I’ve been surprisingly diligent about my homework in an effort to retain a spot on the dean’s list, something that I didn’t strive for last semester and honestly didn’t even know I wanted.
but it feels good. I feel good. never in my life have I felt so incredibly at home or accomplished. I’m being provided with opportunities that I never went looking for and couldn’t be more grateful.
this blog is hard. it’s hard sitting down and talking about your life to an audience when you’re not quite sure if whether they care or not. but when I look back in four years and get to read about the start of my college journey, I don’t think there will be anything more satisfying.
it’s snowing and i think i am one of the few people on campus excited
it’s already busy busy busy!