A Big Thank You to the Friends I Have Met my Freshman Year At Syracuse

A Big Thank You to the Friends I Have Met my Freshman Year At Syracuse

With these people, I created some of the most genuine, hilarious, and happy memories.

Well I am in complete shock. My freshman year has flown by in a stressful, chaotic blink and I am packing to go back home for the hot summer days, working and hanging with my friends by the pool. Thank goodness. It feels like such a short time ago, we were all worried to meet our roommates, make new friends, and take harder courses. Well here we are, packing to go back home after a whole two semesters at college. I have learned and grown so much through the experiences I have gone through this year. However, the most important factor that helped me evolve and enjoy my first year at Syracuse University was the amazing people I have met.

When I was nervous and anxious to be in a new environment, so many people in the same boat opened up and let me in. With these people, who I call my dear friends, I created some of the most genuine, hilarious, and happy memories. With these people, I had some of the best movie nights that ended with the orange hues of a sunrise. With these people, I had girly nights in with face masks, nonstop talking and horrible dancing. With these people, I struggled to get through exam weeks on very little to no sleep, which tested all of our strength and motivation. With these people, I ordered-in countless amounts of sushi, Chinese food, and pizza. (Honestly, Bleu Monkey should thank me for their business.) With these people, I made late night runs to Kimmel to get milkshakes, chips, and unhealthy junk food that further fueled the “freshmen 15.” In such a short time, I have grown attached to these individuals who made me laugh through a painful, yet a very exciting year.

Unlike high school, you can bond and get to know these people 24/7. You live with them. You eat with them. You do laundry with them. You study with them. Your free time is your own time at college which allows you to see the people you wish any time for as long as you want. Because of this, my friendships in college is as strong or even stronger than those I made in the 12 years up to college. Each and every friend has helped me experience college to the fullest. They shaped the way I grew and changed as an individual.

The laughs we shared at the dining hall to the topnotch karaoke session are the little moments I am forever grateful for. Without my amazing friends that entered my life this year, I would not have had such a fulfilling first year at college. Always remember to surround yourself with people that give you joy and make your heart feel full. They will only bring happy times that will make your life vibrant.

As I pack to go back home for the summer, I can only think of how blessed I am to encounter some of the most intelligent, hilarious, genuine, and loving people. I can’t imagine a better year. As much as I am ready for the carefree summer, I know that when it’s time to move back in, I will be very giddy for another adventurous year at Syracuse. But until then, HAGS!

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I Blame My Dad For My High Expectations

Dad, it's all your fault.

I always tell my dad that no matter who I date, he's always my number one guy. Sometimes I say it as more of a routine thing. However, the meaning behind it is all too real. For as long as I can remember my dad has been my one true love, and it's going to be hard to find someone who can top him.

My dad loves me when I am difficult. He knows how to keep the perfect distance on the days when I'm in a mood, how to hold me on the days that are tough, and how to stand by me on the days that are good.

He listens to me rant for hours over people, my days at school, or the episode of 'Grey's Anatomy' I watched that night and never once loses interest.

He picks on me about my hair, outfit, shoes, and everything else after spending hours to get ready only to end by telling me, “You look good." And I know he means it.

He holds the door for me, carries my bags for me, and always buys my food. He goes out of his way to make me smile when he sees that I'm upset. He calls me randomly during the day to see how I'm doing and how my day is going and drops everything to answer the phone when I call.

When it comes to other people, my dad has a heart of gold. He will do anything for anyone, even his worst enemy. He will smile at strangers and compliment people he barely knows. He will strike up a conversation with anyone, even if it means going way out of his way, and he will always put himself last.

My dad also knows when to give tough love. He knows how to make me respect him without having to ask for it or enforce it. He knows how to make me want to be a better person just to make him proud. He has molded me into who I am today without ever pushing me too hard. He knew the exact times I needed to be reminded who I was.

Dad, you have my respect, trust, but most of all my heart. You have impacted my life most of all, and for that, I can never repay you. Without you, I wouldn't know what I to look for when I finally begin to search for who I want to spend the rest of my life with, but it might take some time to find someone who measures up to you.

To my future husband, I'm sorry. You have some huge shoes to fill, and most of all, I hope you can cook.

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