My First Semester Of College Was Not What I Thought It Would Be

My First Semester Of College Was Not What I Thought It Would Be

But I guess I have to learn to bite the bullet to get my education.
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My second semester of freshman year begins next week, and I'm planning to take it on by storm. My first semester was nothing less of the dull cliche you imagine, but it really helped me find my place on campus.

There are many things we hear about every freshman's first year and there are many things we are told about it. We all live it vicariously and very differently, and we all made time to develop our own opinions of what college is really like. I went to college thinking it was going to be a certain way, and I was hit really hard with the reality that what I thought it would be was not the case at all.

I was told before moving to college that I would find some of the best friends that I'll ever make in my entire life the first few weeks of college, which was not at all the case. I mean, I am pretty social. I joined a club and a sorority. I started writing for Odyssey. I got a job. But, those friends really just did not come. I know, I know. They aren't going to be handed to me and maybe I didn't put in the best effort to even make them, but honestly, I'm okay with who I've got, but it truly took me by surprise.

Aside from the best friends I never really found, I found out a lot about myself. I actually like school now, and that may not be the case for many of you, but school is actually fun to go to, for me at least. Coming from me, that's huge. I always hated elementary school and high school, and I certainly was never that person to say how much I honestly do love it like I am right now. Now that I'm in college, I get to design my own path and choose my own courses. I think that helps a lot with liking what I'm doing because it all suits me in a way.

I learned to manage my time more wisely moving to college, as crazy as that sounds. I also found that I am, indeed, a very hard worker. College pushes you, and I mean really pushes you. It's a never ending cycle, but it teaches you time management and motivation unless you're the complete opposite of me, then you do your own thing. But never the less, the push has really given me a lot of self-motivation that I never really knew I had.

I always thought that moving to college would mean endless free time and the ability to binge watch Netflix whenever I pleased. I was hit hard with the reality my first semester that it just really isn't the case. Sure, you have your free time here and there, but I've honestly never had enough free time to sit down on the couch with a bag of chips and watch Netflix for as long as I please.

Since I moved to the U, I was also hit with the hard reality of walking. Oh yes, I said it. Walking. Everywhere you go. Unless you're one of the cool kids who can whip around on your bike, like the majority of us, you're probably stuck walking. I think the first week I moved to college I walked over 30 miles, and I prayed that would be the last time I ever walked that much in one week, but honestly, I think I've walked more since then. At the U, especially living in Superblock, I've found that walking is a must and if you can't learn to walk fast, you're not going to make it to that early morning class on West Bank on time. So, to all of you incoming freshman, get ready to walk and be prepared.

Another thing that my first semester in college has taught me is that I really, really hate winter. It's almost like I've said it before. Oh, right, I have. Every single winter for the past 18 years of my life. But, as said before, you walk a lot on campus, and that walking doesn't come to a stop in the winter. I'm not really fond of the underground tunnels or the campus connector, so I stick to my endless complaints and take on the cold. Moving to the U has made me dislike winter to the most extreme level yet, but I guess I have to learn to bite the bullet to get my education.

So, maybe your freshman year was nothing like mine, or maybe you can relate to me on an extreme level, but my first semester of my freshman year has taught me a lot and showed me a lot about who I am. It sure wasn't the picture perfect first semester, but really nothing is picture perfect these days.

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Nostalgic feelings have recently caused me to reflect back on my freshman year of college. No other year of my life has been filled with more ups and downs, and highs and lows, than freshman year. Throughout all of the madness, one factor remained constant: my roommate. It is time to thank her for everything. These are only a few of the many reasons to do so, and this goes for roommates everywhere.

You have been through all the college "firsts" together.

If you think about it, your roommate was there through all of your first college experiences. The first day of orientation, wishing you luck on the first days of classes, the first night out, etc. That is something that can never be changed. You will always look back and think, "I remember my first day of college with ____."

You were even each other's first real college friend.

Months before move in day, you were already planning out what freshman year would be like. Whether you previously knew each other, met on Facebook, or arranged to meet in person before making any decisions, you made your first real college friend during that process.

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The transition from high school to college is not easy, but somehow you made it out on the other side.

It is no secret that transitioning from high school to college is difficult. No matter how excited you were to get away from home, reality hit at some point. Although some people are better at adjusting than others, at the times when you were not, your roommate was there to listen. You helped each other out, and made it through together.

Late night talks were never more real.

Remember the first week when we stayed up talking until 2:00 A.M. every night? Late night talks will never be more real than they were freshman year. There was so much to plan for, figure out, and hope for. Your roommate talked, listened, laughed, and cried right there with you until one of you stopped responding because sleep took over.

You saw each other at your absolute lowest,

It was difficult being away from home. It hurt watching relationships end and losing touch with your hometown friends. It was stressful trying to get in the swing of college level classes. Despite all of the above, your roommate saw, listened, and strengthened you.

...but you also saw each other during your highest highs.

After seeing each other during the lows, seeing each other during the highs was such a great feeling. Getting involved on campus, making new friends, and succeeding in classes are only a few of the many ways you have watched each other grow.

There was so much time to bond before the stresses of college would later take over.

Freshman year was not "easy," but looking back on it, it was more manageable than you thought at the time. College only gets busier the more the years go on, which means less free time. Freshman year you went to lunch, dinner, the gym, class, events, and everything else possible together. You had the chance to be each other's go-to before it got tough.

No matter what, you always bounced back to being inseparable.

Phases of not talking or seeing each other because of business and stress would come and go. Even though you physically grew apart, you did not grow apart as friends. When one of you was in a funk, as soon as it was over, you bounced right back. You and your freshman roommate were inseparable.

The "remember that one time, freshman year..." stories never end.

Looking back on freshman year together is one of my favorite times. There are so many stories you have made, which at the time seemed so small, that bring the biggest laughs today. You will always have those stories to share together.

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The unspoken rule that no matter how far apart you grow, you are always there for each other.

It is sad to look back and realize everything that has changed since your freshman year days. You started college with a clean slate, and all you really had was each other. Even though you went separate ways, there is an unspoken rule that you are still always there for each other.

Your old doom room is now filled with two freshman trying to make it through their first year. They will never know all the memories that you made in that room, and how it used to be your home. You can only hope that they will have the relationship you had together to reflect on in the years to come.


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I Got Rejected From My Internship, But I'm Stronger For It

We face rejection throughout our life but it's up to us for how we handle it.
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As long as I can remember I have faced rejection. Whether it was a simple "no" or someone reciting the Gettysburg Address to me, I remember the word "no" being told to me a lot in life. When I entered college I thought that the time for being told no was over but as life has shown, you never know what you’re going to get.

We always hear the phrase what doesn’t kill us makes us stronger and while this is a remarkable phrase it doesn’t come without me thinking about how I got here or how I have picked myself up. Rejection has taught me to have a tougher skin and get used to hearing the answer "no" and responding with "OK, yeah, cool I’ll be fine," when on the inside I might not be. Things aren’t always going to be how we want them but sometimes an opportunity coming to an end can open up another door for something possibly better

In December I applied for a marketing and sales internship that was selling advertising space in college planners to different companies throughout Tuscaloosa. I had worked the past four summers at Camp Ramah Darom and I felt it was time to get an internship before graduating college. After interviewing and answering questions I received a phone call excitedly telling me I had received one of the four spots for the University of Alabama team.

After receiving this call, I immediately told my friends, family, and classmates and they were excited for me as well. After years of getting rejected from internships because “I didn’t have enough experience” or “we thought someone else would be a better fit,” I was finally going to have my first internship and be able to show future employers why I belong at their company.

I filled out the acceptance form, bought clothing for the internship and then began looking for summer housing. While I was so excited there was something off about this internship, as I hadn’t heard from them as frequently. After calling my regional manager to make sure everything was going as planned regarding the summer she responded with “Yes I am still recruiting for the team”. I thought everything was ready and I didn’t have to worry about the program until May. A month went by and I decided I needed to know more information because the start of training was rapidly approaching.

I took matters into my own hands and called my regional manager. After leaving a message on her voicemail I received a voicemail from her with saying “Hi, Jacob, I am sorry I missed your call please reach out to me I have some news for you if that’s what I can call it.” Hearing this voicemail I immediately knew my internship had fallen through and I had to start looking for a new one immediately.

After getting off the phone I called my dad to tell him the news. The day I received the phone call was supposed to be exciting as it was my formal weekend but all I could think about was another sign of rejection in my life. My dad asked me where my mind was and I didn’t even have a proper answer. How do you express into words how you feel when you are assured for months that something is about to happen and at the last moment you are told no? That’s how I felt at this time. I was upset, frustrated and I was back to square one. I thought I had come so far in the internship step in my life but it turns out I just went full circle.

Looking back at this moment I can say I am still somewhat upset about it as a whole. Whether it was questioning the company about my internship or how they stated they had sent me an email but I didn’t receive one until two weeks after my phone call there are times I am still mad at how the outcome was handled. In life, I have learned there are two ways of looking at instances. One, staying mad and never trying to do better or two, flipping the page and starting over.

As much as I hated starting over the internship process it was for the best and it did give me other opportunities to consider.

So what does this have to do with rejection? When we are rejected we have two options — we can either sulk and feel sorry for ourselves or we can turn the page and try again differently. We will always face some sort of adversity and rejection throughout our life and that is something we need to learn.

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