Oh, freshman year. What a time! Sitting here studying for finals and in shock that in a few short days, I'll be moving out of that dorm I moved into eight months ago. I'll be leaving in the same car, with the same parents but I am a very different person. For better or for worse, freshman year changed me. Rather than present a boring story of me going from a crying wimp on move in day, to a savage by move out, I'm going to let the most important man of our generation do it instead.
When my parents dropped me off with complete strangers on Move-In Day and I tried to pretend I was not sad or nervous.
And then I went to my first class and tried to ask questions to look as smart as everyone else.
By my third 8 a.m. of the week, I was feeling that “college exhaustion” people talk about.
But then it was the weekend! And it was the first time I realized I wasn’t surrounded by weird strangers, but rather friends who really understood me and I shared a bond with them.
And that night, we sealed our bond of friendship: With pizza
The school year continued on, a really annoying girl who always sucked up to the teacher,
The creepy boy who danced too close,
Cheering on all the athletic teams as a Division 1 Fan,
And nearly collapsing after finishing all my midterms.
Then I went home for a visit and damn, that home cooked food was worth the wait.
But then I was back again to wreak more havoc.
My friends and I spent most of our time dancing,
And stuffing our faces after a night out,
And contemplating our life choices (I guess that’s learning too, right?)
When I was really stressed about school, boys and life, they reminded me I was cool.
We realized it doesn’t matter how pretty you are, if you’re fun, people will like you!
I hit some rough patches with school work and my teachers were not quite sympathetic towards me.
I even hit some rough patches with my friends.
Don’t worry we’re back to dancing and eating again.
And now, I’m almost done! I can't believe how fast the year flew. This is what I will look like after I hand in my last final and prepare for Summer 2016.
But then this is what my friends and I will look like, when we realize we have months apart until we’re back on this glorious Hill together.
All in all, freshman year may have some tough and tiring battles, but I wouldn’t change anything and can’t wait for the next three years.
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