#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.