As the last couple weeks of our second semester approach, and as we all plan to head our separate ways in regards to housing next year, I wanted to reflect back on all the moments and memories we have all shared together and how I am forever thankful to have been a part of supportive and enthusiastic dorm wing for my freshman year of college.
Dear lovely ladies of OC,
Remember one of the first nights we slept in the dorms? We had just waved goodbye to our parents and packed all 30 of us in our lounge, trying to squeeze as many of us on a couch as possible so nobody had to sit on the floor. The only girl we knew was our roommate and we had only known them for less than 48 hours. Remember going around and introducing ourselves and answering the ice breaker question, “If you could pick two celebrities as your parents, who would they be?” As we came up with our community expectations we realized these were the people we would be surrounded by for freshman year of college. As the weeks progressed we grew closer, creating a welcoming environment on our floor that only elicited friendliness and positive energy.
We have truly seen each other at our best, and at our worst. And if we are at our worst, whether it was that we bombed a test or we are simply just stressed out, we are there for each other. Somehow between all of our busy schedules and our own lives, if someone is feeling down, we can instantly tell and do our best to bring them back up. We only want the best for each other. Nobody else that I have talked to says their floor is as close as ours is (some people from my hometown even thought we were in a sorority), which is why I am incredibly thankful that we were all put together for our first year of college together.
There is always someone to go to dinner with, always someone to watch a movie, there is always someone there. We will go to the restroom and stay there for 20 minutes to catch up with one another and get excited when we see each other on the quad. Our lounge is home to late-night study sessions and movie and game nights. Who could forget those floor meetings that we claimed to dread but in actuality loved because it was the time where we were all together, just like that first night of us alone in the dorms away from our parents.
Living on our floor is constant entrainment as well as a constant support system. We all have each others backs. Whether it be blasting music in the lounge after the Broncos won the Super Bowl, dressing up all together and eating in the cafeteria, leaving all our unwanted food and writing “free” on it and leaving it in the lounge, staying up all together on the night of registration for classes, helping each other study for all of our various classes, swiping someone into the caf when they run out of meal swipes or just hearing the words “How are you?” every time we pass are all actions that you cant put a price on. The bond our floor has is not one to be forgotten.
As these next seven weeks in the semester approach, know that I am grateful for each and every one of you. I wish you all the best and cannot wait to see where we will be at the time graduation comes. Thank you for making my freshman year a great one. Continue to strive to be the best versions of yourselves and you will all go far.
Thank you for being the strangers who turned into some of my greatest friends.
Peace and love,
One of your fellow floor mates
