Midweek Musings: One Week

Wednesday, May 1, 2013

It is the best of times. It is the worst of times. Beyond A Tale of Two Cities (which was the only book I never actually read in high school...oops) this sentiment quite adequately describes college. People say it's the best four years of your life, which is true, but it's not the whole story. I've had ups and downs, but it's this roller-coaster that makes the journey worthwhile. It's this roller-coaster that makes the journey imperative.

I think the two best pieces of advice I received heading into this year were (1) You are going to be around people ALL THE TIME, so let stuff just roll off your back (my 12th grade English teacher) and (2) people don't have to like you. Learning to get along with people is the key to maturing and growing up, and it's such a heightened experience in college where in all honesty, people don't have to like you. Growing up is such a funny thing; you watch people get older your whole short little 18 years of life and then suddenly your parents are waving goodbye and you walk back to your puny dorm room alone, let out a sigh, and think now what?! It's our generation's turn to grow up, but as I've learned this year, life's a journey, a roller coaster - it's the best and the worst time you'll have in your whole life.

I'm sitting here at my little freshman year dorm room desk and I'm staring at the clock thinking that I have one more week of being a freshman. This time next week I'll be letting out a sigh at home and thinking what happened?! It's like Ferris Bueller says: life moves pretty fast if you don't stop to look around every once in a while. Life does move fast, and it is this very fact that makes college one of the most interesting times in one's life. It's so jam packed with the good and the bad that you can't help but look back a little nostalgically and smile. I've matured this year, and I've learned so much about others and myself. I've had some of the greatest nights ever out on the town with my hall mates, having random dance parties with girls in my pledge class, and fun stay-in-get-food-watch-a-movie nights. I cried a lot on the phone with my mom and got really homesick. I survived two semesters of college classes and I got into the business school early. (I get all happy-excited inside every time I walk past Brooks Hall, home to Terry College!) I got the flu during a football game and walking pneumonia during formal. I ate at some of the best restaurants I've ever tried (Clocked!, Five Star Day, The Grit...all equally hipster and equally delicious) and shopped at the best shops (Heery's, Community, Encore). This semester, I woke up ten minutes before my last history test and still made it on time. I went to my first UGA football game and I finally understand why Saturdays in Athens are the pinnacle of Fall: football is a religion and Dawg fans are its most loyal followers. I ate breakfast at midnight on several occasions. I cut my finger open, bled all over a dining hall (probably my most embarrassing moment EVER), and had to get my first set of stitches. I grew closer to my high school friends, and I met come of the coolest people here - people from all over the country! My roommate Katie and I became friends and we've been through a lot of shenanigans together, mostly including semi-terrible freshman year fiascos that we laugh about now. (It's always us against the world...) But most importantly, I learned that it's okay to be goofy and outgoing and a little bit ridiculous, as long as you are yourself.

Luckily, I'm only a freshman, so I have three more glorious years to let that philosophy soak in. So farewell, Freshman year. Thanks for the best of times and the worst of times. May the year end in STYLE.

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