I can count the days I have left of my first year of college on two hands. Holy hell. I’m like a week away from finishing one fourth of my undergrad degree. They always tell you that time flies, but you don’t really notice how quickly things really go ‘til you step back and look at it all.
So, as I wrap up my freshman year, I’ve decided to reflect on it with you.
Let’s begin!
I came to BU in August. I remember the days leading up to move in day, I cried a lot and spent almost every waking second with my boyfriend. I thought that if we spent everyday together the two weeks before I left, saying goodbye would be easier. It wasn’t. I’m taking the blame for that screw up. Seeing him everyday for 14 days straight and then saying goodbye for like a month or whatever was awful. I remember the day I left.We sat on my front porch at 6am and just cried. It was the hardest goodbye of my life.
I got to school, got all moved in, cried when my parents and my sister left, and then slowly but surely got myself together.
September came and went. I’m pretty sure I called my mom every single day, crying, missing home and my dog and such. I was kind of a mess at the beginning (who am I kidding, I’m still a mess now).
October was fun because I came home for the first time since leaving. I burst into tears when I saw my dog for the first time. I’m not even kidding. I also cried when I saw my bedroom. If you haven’t caught on yet, I’m a melodramatic, overly emotional human. I also had some of my first midterm exams which were fun.
November was a pretty good month. I don’t remember being that much of a mess in November, so I’m assuming it was fine and boring and I knit a lot. I started watching The Mindy Project which was definitely the best decision I had made thus far in my college career. 11/10.
December was chill because I was really only there for like two and a half weeks. I had my first round of finals, which was stressful. I’m proud to announce that I passed all my classes. I had officially survived my first semester of college.
January arrived and with it came sorority recruitment. Most of the women in my family have rushed, so I knew I wanted to rush since I got to college. That entire week was insane. It was five days of smiling, talking and nerves, but it all worked out in the end. I couldn’t be happier with my choice and my sorority has opened so many doors to me. Needless to say, January was a pretty good month.
February was a shit show, to put it lightly. I was going from meeting to meeting, all the frickin’ time. There was a point during that month where I needed three grande iced coffees a day to function properly. Between all of my new member meetings for Alpha Chi, the insanity that was initiation, and just trying to get all of my school work done, I rarely had time to nap. It was just down right sad. I also didn’t pick up my knitting needles once, which just crushes my soul. Somehow, I made it to March.
March brought spring break which was much needed. I spent a lot of my time walking my dog and finishing Game of Thrones. I also spent a lot of time shopping and gossipping with my mom which was just a 10/10 time. I came back to school refreshed and ready to get things done. That feeling lasted a whole two seconds before I went back to drowning in all my shit.
April has been really surprisingly great so far. Things are finally starting to slow down, we’ve stopped learning things, and the finals preparation has begun. The weather is finally nice which is great because now I can procrastinate outside instead of hidden under 395,430,953 blankets in my bed. I honestly don’t know how I made it this far, but I did.
I’m currently sat under a tree on the quad, feeling the most *college* I ever have. I can’t say I’m sad to leave, because I’m not, but there are some things I’ll miss over the summer, and freedom is one of them.
My freshman year of college was in no way shape or form what I thought it would be, but as I sit here writing, listening to my shopping playlist, and reflecting, I don’t think I’d change a thing.
I wouldn’t change my first semester, no matter how much I thought it sucked then. I don’t want to change anything, for fear that it would take me someplace other than I am right now.
I’m incredibly confident that next semester will be better than this, and they’ll just keep getting better. I will admit that the transition from high school to college has been the hardest one of my life, no questions asked, but as I sit here now, thinking about everything, I’m so incredibly happy where I ended up. Happy last few weeks of school, HerCampus. Summer is on the horizon!