Dear First Semester,
I can’t tell you how long I waited for you -- basically my entire life. During my senior year of high school, the main topic of conversation was starting freshman year of college and everything that we were going to do differently. All those tears at graduation with my friends were because we wouldn’t be together to experience you. The summer after graduation was spent completely shopping for the dorm room, preparing myself to move in and start my new chapter in life. Now, you’ve come and gone in the blink of an eye.
Back in August, this was all I wanted. It was going to be so perfect, and I was so ready -- you truly delivered. Those first few weeks were the best weeks of my life. Going out with my friends and meeting new people was great. Not having to answer to parents or be concerned about a curfew was the freedom that we all craved. It’s all just so new, exciting and basically just a nonstop party. Then there were the parties — such a great place to meet new people and bond with new friends. After that first party we went to, my roommate and I knew that we were going to be great friends.
But with all your excitement, it wasn’t all fun and games. That homesickness almost killed me at times. I thought going to college less than an hour away from home would be fine, but you proved that wrong. But that’s just part of your roller-coaster of emotions, and I had to learn to roll with it. There were also some classes in there that kicked my butt. (Who takes Italian after taking six years of German? Why did you let me think that was a good life choice?) I mean, I knew there would be tough classes because this is college and all, but did you have to make them so hard? Or you could have at least warned me that college classes take more effort than high school classes.
These last four months have been the best of my life, and I’m so glad that I was here to experience them. Who knows how you would have turned out had I made a different decision about college and ended up somewhere else? But I ended up here, and had best time surrounded by the best people, including the best roommate in the world -- there was no other I would have wanted it. Even though you were challenging, exhausting, difficult and an overall pain, you were also fun, exciting, different and basically the best thing ever. So thank you.
Overall, even though I spent my entire life preparing and waiting for you, there was no way I could have actually been ready. Now it’s December and finals are almost over, and therefore you are coming to end. It’s time to start second semester of freshman year. Somehow, I think this will be even better, and the end of that is also going to be here before we know it. After that — sophomore year, here we come!
With Love,
Morgan
