Hey collegiettes, I am overjoyed to finally say that this freshman gal from Brooklyn finally feels accustomed to the Southern lifestyle and culture! I weathered the storm of spring rush and I feel as if I have almost found the perfect study spot. The first few days of spring semester have been filled with presents from my new sorority sisters and the happiness that follows meeting a whole new group of powerful ladies here at Wake Forest. I must say, I let myself believe that maybe this semester would not be dominated by those awkward encounters and embarrassing moments of complete confusion that previously daunted me. I felt empowered the first few days of classes and actually believed that my hair blew in the wind while I walked across campus (my model fantasies). It seemed as if life was perfect and I was the main actress in a teen-drama show, such as One Tree Hill or Gossip Girl.
However, the moment I cracked my iPhone screen and once again, fell down a flight of stairs, I realized that my life would continuously be defined by moments of confusion and immense awkwardness. I have learned, though, that these moments of clumsiness and failure are the ones that make my life even better than a TV show. These moments are filled with uncontrollable laughter and pure vulnerability. I truly believe that, although they may be embarrassing and humiliating, times like these teach me how to be modest. It’s a good thing that I am continuously reminded by my clumsiness and that maybe, things will never be truly perfect. By hey, that goes for everyone.
My initial spring semester high wore off when I was informed I had to invite a boy to my first ever date-function. Having spent four years of high school in an all-girls school, I was never taught the cute/flirty giggle combination or how to achieve the perfectly crafted text message to a boy. To say the least, I was anxiously dreading the moment I would actually have to ask someone and then spend an entire night with him. I ended up asking a cute guy friend and thought that this night would be a great opportunity for us to formally “get to know each other.” After asking him, I felt slightly more confident about the night and about my boy skills in general. However, this confidence came crumbling down when I saw the boy in the Pit and practically leaped under a nearby table out of embarrassment. I’m still not even sure if he saw my minor panic attack, but it is now safe to say I am no longer feeling like the star of my own trendy television show.
*Image from livingthecollegelife.com
As my friends laughed uncontrollably, I was reminded how refreshing imperfections could be and how my stories of clumsiness will continue forever. I am excited to later share how this date function actually went, but until then…
Please wish me luck,
Brooklyn xoxo