My first year of college, I didn’t know what to expect. I was excited, nervous and scared. The first day, I planned my outfit to the top. I had English 101 and Speech 106, then a meeting for Theatre (I was more nervous for this than anything!) I found the English building and walked through the hall and found the class. There was already people there, although I was there 20 minutes early. Guess everyone had the same idea. And walking into a classroom, everyone’s intention is to look. I smiled and ushered quickly to my seat. I didn’t start talking to anyone, I just sat there among the chatter. I got through that class and experienced what every high school kid’s dream is. A BREAK. Not a “ten minute get to your locker and class and maybe say hi to your friend” break. I mean a break in between classes. The way my classes were, I had two hours on those days to eat, study, or whatever I could do within two hours. It felt great! And the other thing, I had no early classes. My classes started at nine in the morning, so it wasn’t too bad! And on certain days, eleven. Even better!

But with this, it’s easy to splurge and gain you know what, The Freshman 15. I experienced it. I tried my best at packing a lunch, but it seemed just easier to go out and eat on my break. Not thinking about the carbs or how bad I was treating my body. I even started stopping for a biscuit more often on my way to class. Wasn’t a great idea. I wasted gas coming home and watching Netflix before my next class instead of studying and getting my work done. So instead, I waited until the last minute on assignments and projects when if I had spent more time, I probably would have done better!

The good part of college is the people you meet. I walked into the theatre meeting looking like a deer with headlights (Of course I had already met a few when I registered for the wrong class), but I sat down to someone I talked to earlier and we discussed the upcoming year and I started to relax! I started to figure out this group was where I belonged. And then the director came in and we all had to introduce ourselves, and I thought I would be funny describing my love of Disney. And I didn’t think they would take it literal when I said “Hi. I’m Missy, I’m a theatre major, and Disney’s my baby.” Remarks were give as “OMG I didn’t know you were that old.” And we laughed, the joke was pretty funny. It was a good time. And the rest of the semester went pretty easily, even when I fractured my foot before the big show and had to miss out on a dance. But no big deal, I still had a great time. And I have made so many memories and met many people who have had an impact on my life. I love all the friendships I have made and love my friends dearly, and the crazy adventures we take. Like driving to Atlanta, GA just for the day. Or taking a summer vacation at the beach.

There are some things I wish I had done different but the past is the past and I don’t regret anything. Today I am more active, (Yes I did gain weight after I came home from Disney. I had a splurge but now I’m doing a lot better) more motivated, and I’m not even a theatre major anymore! I am studying Marketing! I am working on procrastination, it’s a slow process. I am watching what I eat, and I have become closer with some of my friends who were just friends the first semester. Now they are kind of my family. They are some of the best friends I could ever wish for. College definetly changed my life. It's hard, a lot of work and I'm still learning. But I am constantly motivated and pushed by myself, freinds and family to do better and work hard so I can have a bright future. College is a great experience, and something you should definitely do. Whether it’s a junior college or university. Get that degree and do what you love. And make memories that will last a lifetime.