When I was younger, I always knew I wanted to go to college. The idea of studying at a university, meeting people from all over the country, and taking the classes I actually wanted to take was so enticing to me. I remember going on field trips to universities and taking tours around the campus.
I’d be amazed looking at the students hanging out on the quad or sitting at tables with their friends, and I’d wonder when that would be me. Where would I end up?
It is so weird, uncomfortable, exhilarating, and humbling to realize that I’m where I always imagined I’d be. It didn’t hit me until I was laughing with a group of friends this week at the MU while watching an excited group of high schoolers tour UC Davis, and I had an overwhelming feeling of that used to be me.
I used to be wide-eyed and excited but simultaneously terrified that I wouldn’t get into college anywhere. Somehow, some way, I ended up at Davis, and I could not be more grateful. I’m taking classes I love, meeting new people, making memories, and becoming more and more enchanted with a beautiful town.
Seeing myself in that group of touring high schoolers made me appreciate how much I’ve grown since starting college. Despite all my discomfort and fear, Davis has become home. And I wouldn’t have it any other way.