I came into college as a nervous freshman, clueless as to how college would be and having never spent more than two weeks away from my family. What I did know, however, was exactly how I planned on decorating my room (my dorm Pinterest board was born long before I knew where I was going to school).
With a car jam-packed with pink and green pillows and Lilly Pulitzer storage bins, my whole family headed south last August to move me in. I remember feeling nauseous as we pulled onto campus, begging my parents to turn the car around (but I am so glad they didn't).
I had been assigned to the "worst" of the freshman dorms - and it was no hotel - but it turned out having the best community and residents!
The transition wasn't seamless but it definitely could've been worse. In the first semester, I made friends with the girls on my hall but we didn't become close until the end of the semester. Now, I don't know what I would do without them and I can honestly say that I've never had a better group of friends in my life.
Shower shoes were a necessity and there was mold. I got pneumonia (thanks to my ancient dorm) but didn't die. Actually I got sick a lot, and learned the value of taking Vitamin C as many times a day as possible.
Sorority rush didn't go as planned but it wasn't the end of the world. Everything happens for a reason and I'm already starting to realize the plans God had for me despite the fact I entered college way too eager to become a "sorority girl."Parties were fun (every so often) but cuddling with friends and watching movies proved to be just as enjoyable. Cookout was always there to validate late-night milkshake cravings.
I missed my dogs a lot, but Puppies on the Quad, an event held multiple times a semester, had me covered.
Classes were difficult. Homework was taxing. I passed some tests, and failed some others, but still ended up on the Dean's List. I learned to accept failure and avoid panicking even when it seems like a class is ruining your life (pro tip: it's not).
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