Summer vacation has begun and I have too much free time. I was feeling nostalgic today, looking through old photos from freshman year. It’s a reminder of how far I have come. It’s a reminder of what’s to come. To enjoy every day of my college experience.
First semester freshman year was a whirlwind. There are so many things I wish I woulda known. There are so many things I wish I woulda tried.
I wish… honestly, for nothing to have gone differently though. Everything that happened has made me who I am today. I would never trade our floor’s nail painting sessions in the hallway at 3 am, learning all the fight songs at my first football game, or falling backwards out of our chairs with my roommate; not even the countless late nights making bio flashcards, the tears shed over chemistry, or the essays written for WRIT140. And that’s just first semester.
Fall semester was a sort of identity crisis: my first time away from home, my first time sharing a room, my first time taking a chance and taking pre-med classes, consequently realizing my strengths and weaknesses, and eventually accepting that dropping chemistry is not the end of the world.
The spring semester went much more smoothly for me. Little moments stand out: uncontrollably laughing in my love & marriage class, opening my eyes at Mudd Hall to see 100+ Helenes holding candles, signing the form to switch my major to environmental studies, receiving my Marshall acceptance letter, and crying at Install Tea because I knew that would be me in 3 years, bawling my eyes out at the thought of leaving USC and my best friends… my second family… my Trojan family.
I can’t believe I’m half done with college. Thankfully, I’m only half done with college. There are more memories to be made!