I know what you’re thinking, how awful could white button-down shirts, plaid skirts, knee high socks, and penny loafers every day for four years be? But let me tell you those were some of the best years I could have asked for. There were so many memories made that will last a lifetime. Going into college, I felt so prepared academically and ready to meet new people. Although, my amazing mercy filled education prepared me for my first month of school, it failed me in three ways.
1. “HOLY SHIT BOYS!!!”
First thing’s first, I went to an ALL GIRLS school for four years. Yes, that is right, NO BOYS what so ever. Although, we would hang out with our guy friends outside of school, it was an adjustment having classes with them let alone living with them below and above you. As well as it not being socially normal to use the phrase “HOLY SHIT BOYS,” outside of my one floor, figure-eight shaped high school.
2. “Wait, I have to actually pick out my outfit every day?”
I’m not going lie to you all, when you have to wear a uniform, it is a love-hate relationship. That more times than not makes you beg for dress down day, so you can wear pants, and by pants, I mean sweats. I truly took it for granted rolling out of bed and putting on my shirt, kilt, spandex, socks and penny loafers and driving to school not even thinking twice. Fast forward to now when picking an outfit is the most difficult part of my day, and usually ends in me just putting on my leggings and sweatshirt.
3. “There are how many people at my school?”
My high school had 92 young women graduating, but by the end of my time there, referring to them as my classmates would be a sin. They are my sisters. I still talk to them every day. I’m not even messing with you; my whole grade has a group chat that lights up every night. I knew every single person in my grade and now I probably know about 10% of the 953 in my class.
Even with these three minor inconveniences, I would not even think of trading these next four years for anything. After a month out of my wonderful bubble of my all-girls school, I can say that life in the ‘real world’ of schools is going great.