Coming into college my expectations vs reality was a bit shocking. Okay, not a bit, like extremely shocking. For starters college is unlike high school and you can withdraw from a class halfway through the semester (like what?!), and that's just what I did. I go to a Catholic school, so taking Christianity is a requirement. Well, let's just say Christianity at 8AM just didn't mesh well with me. I ended up dropping the class because there was just no way of me passing. I hate the idea of giving up, but sometimes it is what you have to do. Being an A-B student in high school and having an F in a class was a blow at my self esteem. I never had trouble with a class in high school, and the one time I do it's Christianity out of all classes, c'mon! But, what I think is important is you shouldn't feel crappy about withdrawing from a class if you have to.You are paying a lot of money for one class, so paying to have to retake it again since you failed is just not worth it. Also, I'm not going to lie having three class was pretty sweet.

Leading up to college I thought I'd be this sorority girl with a ton of friends, but things didn't work out that way. Rushing came around, and I didn't even feel the need to rush. I felt confused. My parents knew it was all I wanted to do and when asked why I decided not to I didn't have an answer. I felt almost as if it just wasn't me. Also, none of my friends decided to do it so I was nervous about not knowing anyone. Now I want to slap myself in the face because I have complete envy over anyone who is in either of the sororities at my school. What this taught me is stop being such a wimp and get out of your comfort zone. You bet I will be rushing come the fall.

So... you come to college with a major in mind that you think you want to pursue and then you realize its a big no and you change it (WOAH). Well, I thought I wanted to be a Psychology major and pursue Neuropsychology. Well, my intro to Psychology class didn't go well, and I realized it's just not what I wanted to do. I joined the Odyssey first semester and fell even more in love with writing. At the same time I was taking a first year writing class. I have always loved my English classes, and unlike everyone else, when I hear the words "paper due" I have a rush of excitement. Even if it's about something I don't even like, I just enjoy writing. So, I went with my gut and declared to be an English major with a concentration in Creative Writing (yay!!!). So, kinda sorta thanks to Odyssey for helping me see the light?! Anyway, changing your major isn't earth shattering. Sometimes what you have planned for yourself you might completely hate, but you don't know before you try.

Last but not least, freshman year I had three different roommates. Yup, you heard that right. THREE. DIFFERENT. ROOMMATES. My first roommate I picked and thought we were going to be best friends for life. I was pretty wrong about that. ANYWAY, after our fair share of issues, I moved out across the hall with one of my best friends. I was so excited and everything was going well until she thought she was going to take the spring semester off, so during winter break she moved all of her stuff out, and I decided to room with another girl down the hall. All is well, but it just wasn't what I was expecting. I see other people being inseparable from their roommates, and I just don't have that. I thought I would be that way with my first roommate, but things just didn't turn out that way. What this taught me is to not put expectations onto people because more than likely you will be let down. Side note: some good karma is coming my way because I'm rooming with my best friend next year (Hi, Michaela, I know you're reading this) and can't wait.

Despite my small let downs, and these expectations I put onto college, I wouldn't change anything that happened. Not to be cliché (okay, I'm totally going to be cliché), but things happen for a reason. Basically, don't sweat the small stuff. I still have three years left. It's only the beginning.