Freshman. According to the dictionary it means I'm a novice or a beginner. Which seems like the perfect thought to start this year long weekly journal thingy. It's the beginning of four years of my life. And in a way you are coming along the way with me. I'm going to answer the question "What's it really like to be a freshman at American University?" I, hopefully after this weekly journal, can answer that question for you. Its kind of like Carrie Bradshaw with her weekly article but most likely without the sex. Key note on most likely. Names will be changed and such but my experiences wont in any way. I will try not to over exaggerate. I will try. No promises. So to start off my name is Maddie or Madison going away from the suburbs of Columbus, Ohio to Washington DC to get a degree in History which my family members think I wont find a job with. BUT IM STILL DOING IT.
The worst thing about the process so far is finding a roommate. How can you ask someone to live with you in small quarters for a year? And when you do find a roommate, they decide to do a Living Learning Community so you cannot room with them. Going through the American University Class of 2021 Facebook page messaging girls to room with me makes me feel like the little bird in the classic novel Where is my Mother? Will you be my roommate? Will you be my roommate? But it is making me face my fear of talking and socializing that is the good thing about this process.
I'm in multiple group chats which at times can be super annoying but its kind of awesome. I already have friends and I haven't even started school yet. Which for this chick is a life saver. You have to find your niche, the group of people you just click with. It can't be forceful it happens naturally, much like periods. Sorry, that's a disgusting analogy how about a tree growing? If its a dead seed its a deed seed. There are plenty of more of seeds. Ok why did that just sounded like the relationship there are plenty of fish in the sea advice?
Moving on, unfortunately I have already come across a certain scary species of man. The f*ckboi, or player, whatever term you prefer. Knowing I had no chance in hell that this man would ever like me in a romantic way, he's like popular Finn on Glee and I'm Rachel-- we are just friends. Which in my opinion is much better than the romance, also less complicated. Getting over my weird semi crush thingy was simple for he reminded me almost everyday when we first started texting that he was straight and not a typical jock. He is straight but he is most definitely a typical jock. I also have an all girl friend group called Women in Designer Pantsuits. We are each very different but some how make a great friend group. Realizing you have better friends online through AU than the ones you have at home in high school is a hard pill to swallow. Though it's also a good thing because I've found a group. If only I knew for sure that we will stay friends when school really starts. Fingers crossed everyone.
