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#TBT: Starting College

So I was supposed to write this yesterday, but I was much too busy having fun and saying goodbye to summer so…yeah. I guess I’ll have to plan better next time.

 

So since it’s August and many young adults are getting ready to start college, I thought I’d post about my experience when I started that new, exciting chapter in my life.

 

The college that I decided to go to was the only four-year institution that admitted me and it wasn’t my first choice as far as school goes. I applied to 2 of them and my top choice did not accept me,unfortunately. But I was determined to go away to school and see what it would be like out on my own. So off I went.

 

I had no idea what I was getting into. I didn’t know what I would major in, or what sort of extra curricular activities I would do or how else I would spend my time besides going to class. I just wanted the experience.

 

When I started packing, my dad was afraid that I was bringing a little too much with me. He asked me to talk to my cousin (who had gone to the same school I go to) about how much she brought with her. Needless to say the amount of stuff I brought was a lot, but not bad compared to others.

 

Some of the items I packed for my freshman year
Some of the items I packed for my freshman year

 

My dad and brother helped me move my stuff into my dorm, where they met my roommate. I was acquainted with her from high school and we both requested to room with each other. And we’ve continued to do so ever since.

 

My first few weeks were rough, to say the least. I was doing fine with my classes but I wasn’t really do much besides going to class and laying around in my dorm. I was lonely and homesick and I was doubting my decision. I had family and job back at home and I was really hating my decision to leave it. But I did love the lifestyle and the fact that I wasn’t confined to a classroom all day like I was in high school. But still, I wanted something more.

 

Despite the challenges, I made mostly ‘A’s my Fall Semester and my GPA was a solid 3.79. In the spring semester, I was ready to consider transferring to another school that would be closer to home. But I wasn’t ready to give up yet. I knew that I needed something to anchor me to that school, so I started looking. And then I found out about a co-ed fraternity that I would become apart of the following Fall.

 

My advice for anyone starting college is, to have an open mind and you’ll end up exactly where you’re supposed to be.

#TBT: First Flight

So before I tell my story, I wanted to let you know that instead of doing #TBT every other Thursday, I’ve decided to go ahead and just do it on the second Thursday of each month. That way I don’t get tired of it.

Middle school was a tough time for me. And I was honestly relieved when I put it behind me in 2010 (I was still operating my fan site turned blog Endless Running). Especially because the last day of middle school was the day before my family and I were supposed to go our first flight out to Spokane, Washington.

As soon as I got off of my last bus ride as a middle school-er , I ran to my house in my bare feet. I wasn’t the only one who got off at my bus stop and needless to say, they probably thought I was weird (which was fine with me because I had already grown used to the reputation 😉 ). But I didn’t care. Because 24 hours later, I wouldn’t even be in the same time zone.

As soon as I got home, I took off my backpack and I laid down in the grass under the shade of my tree, basking in the warm June air and trying to quell my growing excitement at what was to come. Later on, I packed for the vacation ahead (my laptop was among the things I packed).

The next day started bright and early (we had a morning flight to catch). We drove to D.C. where we would catch a flight from their national airport. From the time we arrived, the whole thing was an adventure for me.

I know for many people, flying or taking a train is routine and not very exciting but as someone who doesn’t take those modes of transport very often, it’s a fun change of scenery.

Anyway, the whole airport scene fascinated me. From the planes taking off to the food vendors and every little thing in between, it was all really cool to my 14 year old mind.

I was nervous for the take off. I had been in an accident 3 weeks earlier so I was naturally a little scared of the unknown. That, and I made the mistake of imagining the plane in a crash.

As the plane sped up, my anxiety increased. But I was distracted by a lady across the aisle, holding her baby who was laughing and giggling. That made me smile and I though, “If a baby can be somewhat calm when a plane is taking off, then 14 year-old should have no problem”.

Unfortunately, our flight to Spokane wasn’t direct and involved us stopping for a layover in Minneapolis so we had to stop there (after a nerve wracking descent of course 😕 ) . By the time we got on our second flight, I was less nervous and felt like I had been flying for years.

When we arrived, my excitement didn’t stop (I was on the other side of the country 😯 ). And we drove from Spokane, through Idaho, and then to our final destination in Montana.

That was the day where I had officially stepped foot in all four U.S time zones. I was exhausted to say the least.

 

#TBT: The Lost Girl turned Web Designer

So I’d been scratching my head all day trying to figure out what to do for #TBT. And then I started thinking about a summer 7 years ago that ended up defining what I would choose for a career.

It was 2009 and I was merely 13 years old and had just finished 7th grade (which is second year middle school here in NoVa). I’d had a tough year. The friends that I thought were there to stay were moving on. A boy I had crush on, whom I thought was my friend, had lied to me in order to get me off his back. And with an incompetent mother, my teenage years were hitting me like a ton of bricks and there was no one (I thought) to ease the pain.

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#TBT: The Breakfast Club with the fam

I’ve decided to try and do these 2-4 times a month. As the name suggests, I’ll talk about a memory that means a lot to me and how it has impacted the person I am today.

For my very first Throwback, I’m going to share with you a memory from the first night I got back after finishing my third semester in college.

It started off with just my dad, my brother and I in the man cave (also known as the movie theater room because it has two tiers of seats). My brother decided to flip the channel to a showing of The Breakfast Club. It was my first night back home after a crappy semester that involved me having to drop one of my IT classes because I was failing. I had gone from having a 3.8 in the previous semester to dropping a class because I was going to fail and I was left in bad spirits because of it.

Anyway, through the first showing of the movie, my dad and my brother pretty much slept through it but when the second showing started up, they both woke up and took interest.

Later, my stepmom joined us and my dad and I explained to her how the movie was a classic and that it was popular with different groups of people. We laughed at the funny parts and listened through some of the more serious parts.

As I got ready to go upstairs to bed, I walked over to my dad and told him I was scared. I was scared for the spring semester and how I was afraid I would fail my classes again. He smiled and told me it was ok. That I was young and I wasn’t expected to have it all together. That going to college not only serves a purpose in higher education but allowing young people to figure out their strengths and weaknesses. And that I wasn’t expected to have my shit together.

He used The Breakfast club as an example and how Allison said that no one really has their shit together, they just look like they do.

Anyway, tomorrow I leave on a road trip to Florida with stops in Savannah, GA and Nashville, TN (on the way back). So I have a lot to do to prep for tomorrow. I’ll definitely blog throughout my travels (except for tomorrow because we’re just going to be on the road).