Tall Towers |
I am officially a sophomore in college. I survived being a freshman for the second and last time in my life. My freshman year was a little different than the average persons. Mid semester of my fall semester I applied to a college half way across the country and.... I got in. It was a church school and one that would require me to be 24 hours away from home, but it also sounded really fun. So I decided to go after I finished the semester I was in. It was scary, and exciting all at the same time. I would be living in an apartment with 5 other girls, I would be sharing a room, and living without a car. All things I had never done before. Despite all these things I packed my bags and after Christmas break my dad and I got on a plane to fly to a state neither of us had ever been to. We got there and my dad helped me organize my new home for the next four months then I had to say "see ya later" to my dad which was really hard. But things quickly began to look up as I bonded with my roommates and hung out with some of the few friends that I knew from home or church camps.
The start of classes was great I met lots of great people and even some cute guys *wink wink*. As the semester went on I continued to grow my relationships with my friends from home and church camps but also began to have some really great friendships with people in my classes and especially one of my roommates and a close friend of hers. I began to go to parties (hold on I know what you are thinking this girl went to a church school and started partying????? These parties were different, no alcohol was there and if it was it must have not been a lot because I only encountered people who had been drinking a number of times so they must have drank before. These parties were just loud music, cool lights, and a lot of people dancing. My kind of party.). At these parties I began to be more confident in myself. I didn't stop dancing from the moment we would step out of our apartment to go to the party, until the moment my head hit the pillow. I was comfortable when people commented on my dancing or when people gathered around my friends and I to dance. At the end of most parties my friends and I were still full of energy. At this point we would usually go do something with people we had met from the party. This was always a blast. The people we met were chill and fun, a very good combination. My roommate became my favorite dance partner and one of my most favorite people (I'll have to tell you more about her later because she is awesome). All in all these parties were almost always my favorite part of my weekends and something I would look forward to throughout the week. I fell in love with my classes throughout the semester. I fell in love with the people I met, but most unexpected I fell in love with the state that part of me thought I would despise. I learned so much throughout the semester. I learned how to be independent but also how to depend on others. I learned how to live with others and how to share, which can be very challenging with 6 girls and 4 girls in one bathroom. I learned how to embrace little adventures. Like walking a mile in the snow to get to class, or finding random hills to sled down. I learned how to be happy when me or my friends had little victories. Like carrying 7 bags of groceries from the store to the apartment without having them break, getting to class on time, or making yourself an "adult meal". I learned to experience things before you judge them. If you didn't already know I'm a girl from a small southern town. It is very humid, and rarely gets below 55 degrees in the winter. So I can't say that I did not judge the very cold town up north that I was moving to before I got there. The snow can be a lot more fun than I had anticipated. Most of all I learned it is okay to become attached to people even if you will only be there for a little while. You can build a friendship in four months that will last forever, I know I did.
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Bursting with every shade and hue, but shift your gaze ever so slightly And she's something entirely new." - e.h. Between every two pines is a doorway to a new world. - John Muir
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