THE POSITIVES:
-My earliest class starts at 10:45 am, allotting plenty of time to sleep in.
-The campus is gorgeous-- backed by rolling hills that are splayed with patches of autumn leaves, featuring countless full-grown Evergreen trees, as well as boasting some tasteful water features.
-You can eat in class. You know the rule in high school of no snacking in the classroom? The one where if you brought in some spicy chicken nuggets with ranch dipping sauce, and a large Diet Coke, your government teacher would confiscate them? (Yeah, still bitter.) Well, for the most part that rule doesn't exist. Unless, of course, you're taking rigid chemistry labs where your snack might get consumed by a Bunsen burner. (Perks of being a Humanities major, right there folks! Snack all you want!) Kettle corn is a regular favorite of mine, and hence, you may see a trail of kernels dotting the way throughout South Campus.
-There is so much space. Unlike high school, where there is like a total of two tables and two benches to sit on, there are countless nooks and crannies and corners to relax in!!! I have my favorites, of course, and am usually found within their safety, curled up, eating Oreos and watching Netflix. College!
THE NEGATIVES:
-I rarely see anyone that I know. I heavily debated listing this under the positive category, but then I remembered that I could do with less cynicism in my life so here it is, under the negative category. Ha. Really though, as much as I was ready to part with certain people from high school, I miss others a lot.
-There is a buttload of increased accountability. (Sorry for unsavory word choice...) Nobody is keeping tabs on you, making sure you're turning in your homework, or making sure you're going to class! While this can actually be a relief, it's also stressful.
-The commute is less than enjoyable. I dearly miss the days when I lived a mere three minutes from my school. I could wake up in a fluster about 10 minutes before school started, grab a piece of stale toast, and then weave the streets at unmentionable speeds, carefully avoiding cops! Such fun!
-It's an adjustment. It's a big change to go from high school to college-- for many reasons. (bigger campus, bigger student body, new people, more responsibilities, harder classes, more expenses, et cetera, et cetera...) It's hard to redefine yourself based upon your new situation-- you're no longer a high schooler, and all that that title entails. The term you've used for the past three years is now void, as is the mindset that accompanies it.
On a completely different note (It's about to get philosophical, BACK OUT NOW), I was driving home from school yesterday, and was stuck in traffic. (See earlier point about awful commute....) Anyways, I was stuck at the intersection between 39th South and 9th East. Singing a tone-deaf rendition of my favorite Grouplove song, whilst wiggling back and forth in an attempt to hold my bladder (64 oz. of Diet Coke is no easy feat, my friends), I happened to glance to my right and notice a hearse. It was from a nearby mortuary, and within the gauzy curtains I could detect the outline of a casket. You're probably thinking, big deal, people die all the time (whoops, morbid), why are you blogging about this? Well, because at that moment I realized how fiercely I adore this life. I realized how lucky I am to be alive. I looked to the East and saw that glorious mountain, its peaks speckled with Autumn leaves. I glanced down and noticed the lone freckle that dots my stomach. I thought of my parents lovingly waiting at the dinner table for me to get home, so that we could eat as a family. I remembered my precious friend, Erin, and the effervescent mischief that composed our summer. I remembered the boys I've loved, the tests I aced, and the times my soul glimmered with the shear understanding that I was right where I needed to be. I realized my love for this life. And, as the light changed, and I proceeded on my green arrow, I realized my determination to live this life fully.
I hear some pre-teens creeping around in my backyard, and I should probably go live my life to the fullest by turning on the landscape lights and ridding the premises of them and their "Katy Perry vs. Ariana Grande- which is the real Pop Queen?" conversation, but I've already taken off my bra for the night, so ha, like that's going to happen. I can seize the day tomorrow, right?
Right.
Well that's it for tonight, folks. The lineup for the rest of the evening consists of watching The Italian Job (for the 3,000th time this week), binge-viewing some Gilmore Girls (It's on Netflix, people!), and making yet another microwavable cookie.
After all, would I really be a college student without some next-level procrastination?
No, of course not.
THE NEGATIVES:
-I rarely see anyone that I know. I heavily debated listing this under the positive category, but then I remembered that I could do with less cynicism in my life so here it is, under the negative category. Ha. Really though, as much as I was ready to part with certain people from high school, I miss others a lot.
-There is a buttload of increased accountability. (Sorry for unsavory word choice...) Nobody is keeping tabs on you, making sure you're turning in your homework, or making sure you're going to class! While this can actually be a relief, it's also stressful.
-The commute is less than enjoyable. I dearly miss the days when I lived a mere three minutes from my school. I could wake up in a fluster about 10 minutes before school started, grab a piece of stale toast, and then weave the streets at unmentionable speeds, carefully avoiding cops! Such fun!
-It's an adjustment. It's a big change to go from high school to college-- for many reasons. (bigger campus, bigger student body, new people, more responsibilities, harder classes, more expenses, et cetera, et cetera...) It's hard to redefine yourself based upon your new situation-- you're no longer a high schooler, and all that that title entails. The term you've used for the past three years is now void, as is the mindset that accompanies it.
On a completely different note (It's about to get philosophical, BACK OUT NOW), I was driving home from school yesterday, and was stuck in traffic. (See earlier point about awful commute....) Anyways, I was stuck at the intersection between 39th South and 9th East. Singing a tone-deaf rendition of my favorite Grouplove song, whilst wiggling back and forth in an attempt to hold my bladder (64 oz. of Diet Coke is no easy feat, my friends), I happened to glance to my right and notice a hearse. It was from a nearby mortuary, and within the gauzy curtains I could detect the outline of a casket. You're probably thinking, big deal, people die all the time (whoops, morbid), why are you blogging about this? Well, because at that moment I realized how fiercely I adore this life. I realized how lucky I am to be alive. I looked to the East and saw that glorious mountain, its peaks speckled with Autumn leaves. I glanced down and noticed the lone freckle that dots my stomach. I thought of my parents lovingly waiting at the dinner table for me to get home, so that we could eat as a family. I remembered my precious friend, Erin, and the effervescent mischief that composed our summer. I remembered the boys I've loved, the tests I aced, and the times my soul glimmered with the shear understanding that I was right where I needed to be. I realized my love for this life. And, as the light changed, and I proceeded on my green arrow, I realized my determination to live this life fully.
I hear some pre-teens creeping around in my backyard, and I should probably go live my life to the fullest by turning on the landscape lights and ridding the premises of them and their "Katy Perry vs. Ariana Grande- which is the real Pop Queen?" conversation, but I've already taken off my bra for the night, so ha, like that's going to happen. I can seize the day tomorrow, right?
Right.
Well that's it for tonight, folks. The lineup for the rest of the evening consists of watching The Italian Job (for the 3,000th time this week), binge-viewing some Gilmore Girls (It's on Netflix, people!), and making yet another microwavable cookie.
After all, would I really be a college student without some next-level procrastination?
No, of course not.
