World, The Undergrad is back on campus! This is my very first blog post from my new dorm room, and I’ll admit, it feels a bit surreal, especially since my roommate this year is one of my own friends and not a random stranger. I feel more at home now than I ever really did then, to be honest. Continue reading
Hello! I’m alive!
After a long summer hiatus, I’ve decided it’s time to return to my dear old blog, especially now that there are exactly two weeks between me and my second move-in day. Eep!
Admittedly, I’m far less stressed out this year about packing and moving in then I was last year. For starters, my roommate this year is one of my best friends, so I’m not worried about the notion of sharing a room with a complete stranger. As a benefit, also, we’ve actually been keeping in touch about who’s bringing what to the room (as opposed to last year when I would try to coordinate with my roommate and she would generally respond with, “I don’t know” or “Whatever you like!”).
I also am not running around trying to fulfill every bullet point on those college checklists you get at the store. Experience tells me I don’t need a full set of silverware or a bulk pack of lightbulbs. I think I can survive easily with much of the stuff I already had last year.
There’s a new kind of excitement that precedes me this year. I won’t have to find my way around campus or go through those orientation week group discussions about life or attempt to make friends and hope they stick. I’m coming back to an established group of friends and, let’s be honest, to my second home.
What a nice feeling.
The dynamic of this Starbucks is incredibly different. Rather than hungrily hawking out tables close to outlets and attempting to squeeze all my books and my laptop onto dinky, rickety tables, I scored a large table in a matter of seconds, and within a few minutes of my arrival, the entire seating area was cleared. I could sit anywhere. Rather than rubbing elbows with students, suits, and babbling homeless men with just enough coins for a red-eye, I’ve been watching as middle-aged soccer moms and elderly men with tennis-bell-bedecked walkers quietly order their venti, non-whip, nonfat, quad-shot vanilla lattes. Even the walk here was vastly different: there were no screaming nuts standing at bus stops on my journey here, no sketchy looking figures eyeing me and trying to deduce how much money was in my pocket. In fact, there was almost no one on the sidewalk but little ol’ me.
I’m not at school anymore. I’m home. Continue reading
It’s hard to believe, but my freshman year of college is coming to an end; on May 10th, I’ll be heading home for the summer, and exiting my dorm for the final time. It’s a little bittersweet, but at the same time, I can’t wait to start my sophomore year. While this year was really amazing, I could use a fresh start in a few aspects, and the fall of 2012 is the time to do it.
Everyone is going to make mistakes when they arrive at college, but hopefully my list can help any incoming freshman out there take note of what (not) to do when they get here! Continue reading
I don’t even know how to introduce this properly. Let’s just dive in. Continue reading
Depending on the hour and location, it can sometimes be hard to find a good seat within the study spaces on campus. Some days, one gets lucky and gets the biggest and best table in the house; other days, one wanders campus hoping the next locale isn’t as full as the last.
I was in the café area of our library once, which happens to be one of the most popular places on campus to go do homework. Walking in, I began to scan the area for an open table, and circling the place once, I finally spotted an empty two-person table. I scurried over to claim it and had my hand inches away from one of the chairs when, from out of a nowhere, a white New Era baseball cap whizzed by me and landed on the table.
I looked around and saw its owner standing across the room, still in Frisbee stance with his eyes dead-set on my table. I stared at the hat, and then at the owner, my mouth gaping. He simply shrugged in a sucks-for-you sort of way.
And that was the day I was Indiana Jones’d out of a table. Continue reading
Note: I just realized I forgot to post this last night; I came back to my room to fold my laundry, and then I just sort of went off and did other stuff. Either way, here’s this post.
I’ve come to realize that I blog better while doing laundry; this is the third post I’ve composed sitting beside some churning washing machines. I know, you’re probably wondering why I’m doing laundry on a Friday night. Fear not! I actually did some cool stuff today! Also, half my building is out on the town getting their drink on (illegally), so the washers are all free. I’m pouncing on that. Continue reading