5 Things I Miss About Winthrop

5 Things I Miss About Winthrop

I may not be ready to go back, but I still miss my second home

If you go to Winthrop, you know that there is no other school you would want to be at. No matter how much you might want to tear your hair out during the semester, the campus itself is a sight for sore eyes. Even though I was elated to leave for the summer, there were still some things I missed about my campus.

1. Common Time

Everyone loves common time. It's a time where you don't have to worry about having to go to class and you can just relax with your friends. It's even better when you don't have a class before it. It means extra sleep time, or time to stand in the line for a bagel and Einsteins. Plus, you might see the occasional Greek come out and stroll with their members on Campus Green.

2. Subway

The main thing I miss about Subway is being able to use my cafe cash instead of actually having to pay for it. Going to Subway back home for the first time and having to use my credit card or cash was truly heartbreaking. Not being able to swipe my ID was truly a strange experience.

3. Scholars Walk

I miss Scholar's Walk for the lovely wooden swings to sit on between classes and for sheer entertainment. You never really know what is going to happen on Scholar's Walk. There might be dancing, or we all might be crowded around the newest puppy on campus. Sometimes you even get to dodge a car that's cruising down the path.

4. Nugget Day in Thomson

No day in Thomson makes me happier than Nug Day. Period.

5. Free Movies in Dina's Place

It's always a good time when you can grab a few friends and go to Dina's Place to watch a movie. Not only are they cheaper than a regular ticket (these days tickets are about $20 after taxes), but also the fact that you can literally show up in whatever and just enjoy a good movie.

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I May Be Underpaid And Under-Appreciated, But My Dream Is To Teach

I learned to tune out the doubters and love the kids.

When I was younger, it was automatically assumed that I would become a doctor. It was where my mother’s passions had always lain and unable to complete her degree, she shared her dreams with me. Oh, I was a proud first-grader carefully penning “I want to be a doctor to help people” and coloring in a scribbled drawing of a somber girl with an overlarge stethoscope swinging from her neck; it was as if I had determined that the only helpful profession was in medicine.

Other kids could be the tooth fairy or Superman but my cape would be the esteemed white doctor’s coat.

My relatives in Pakistan were all supremely pleased, of course. The medical field was the only noble profession, as far as they were concerned, and I had proven myself clever enough that they had high hopes for me. And then, in fourth grade, I switched gears entirely.

Ever since first grade, I’d had some of the best teachers at my school and their constant guidance and encouragement was just what shy, timid me needed to grow, both personally and academically.

When I changed schools in fourth grade, I was prepared to be overwhelmed but my teacher took especial pains to familiarize herself with me and my family so that the year went by more smoothly than I could ever have dreamed possible.

I wanted to be like her. I wanted to help students in ways they might not even understand and touch their lives the way my teachers touched mine. And then, as I helped teachers grade papers, and sat inside at recess to cut out apples for the bulletin board and paper turkeys for our art projects, I would think, “This is something I want to do with my life”.

My parents supposed I was jesting, and laughingly encouraged my schoolgirl fancies, always convinced I would go on to become a doctor.

In high school, I determined that I had no passion for biology, at least not to the extent that would allow me to devote the years required to get into the medical field.

Teaching, however, seemed a much more realistic and pleasant ambition and I began to firmly research what a future career in teaching would entail.

My parents were disappointed but they had always vowed to allow us children to pursue our dreams; my father, especially, was adamant that we follow our passions when deciding upon our careers.

My relatives in Pakistan were more shocked and expressed their shock with their usual blunt forthrightness. “You’re such a smart girl and you’re going to teach”! “You don’t need a degree to be a teacher. That’s the last resort for people without jobs”.

Let me be real with you all. About 90% of the reason I became a teacher was for purely altruistic motives: inspiring future minds, sparking the creativity of youth and following in the footsteps of the teachers that had been my own role models.

The other 10% — and I won’t lie — is to rub it in the faces of every person who has had something narrow-minded to say about teaching, as a profession. I hope, for my sake, for my students’ sake that I become a great enough teacher to be able to do that.

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The Final Semester Of Senior Year

Seems like it's been forever in the making

Over winter break, I went home and was able to reconnect with other friends who had gone off to college, as well as those still in high school. One of my closest friends is still a senior in high school, so, of course, we talked about what it's like to be in your final semester after being in the same place for so long. I was never all that popular, so it's not like I would consider high school to be my glory days by any stretch of the imagination, but there is a sense of comfort in the familiarity. College has been great, but there will always be a place in my heart reserved for the seven years I spent at my middle/high school. I'm a huge fan of poetry, so, towards the end of my senior year, I sat down and wrote a poem that went a little something like this:

It’s gone so slow, and yet so fast

It’s hard to believe seven years have passed

We’ve had good times and bad, where we’ve laughed and sighed

There’s been times when we all just gathered and cried

Through stressful times , we’ve not just survived

But, with the help of each other, we’ve all flourished and thrived

Through quizzes and homework and plenty of tests

We’ve made it through by doing our best

We will hold our memories as we spread through the nation

And thank God that he gave us this solid foundation

Pep rallies, football games, and all school mass

We’ve fought our way through every 45 minute class

We’re all going on our separate ways

Knowing that we will all return one day

It’s been a good run

And we’ve had some fun

But we’re a family now

And the time has finally come for us to take a bow

I couldn't find online copy, so this is mostly from memory, but the feelings hold true. Sure, right now it seems like you want nothing more than to escape, but there will be moments in college when you will realize all that you took for granted. College is awesome, but don't let this last semester fall by the way side. Live it to the fullest.

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