Good Bye Community Bathrooms and RAs on Call
As shove my life back into the 2 suitcases I came here with, the barren dorm room that I walked into 9 months ago is revealed. With the sound of the elevator ringing every few minutes from anxious floor mates rushing to leave, I reflect on my first year of college - the friends I've made, the breakdowns we've had, and challenges we've overcame, the unforgettable moments. I am still processing it all. (I am also still processing that 8am chem final that was probably a work of the devil)
My first year of college was where I lived with an entire floor of girls with RBFs, where my interest in chemistry sparked like a bunsen burner in lab, where the library become my best friend, where I met the most inspiring people, and where I created a better relationship with myself.
At the start of this, I set out a few important things that I really wanted to accomplish: getting a job and/or research position. And I did both! I'm proud of myself. Just fulfilling those minute goals, compared to my longterm goals, means a lot to me and validates that I can make my dreams a reality. I look forward to seeing all of my future endeavors becoming a reality.
Last September I came here excited, anxious, and scared. Excited to be away from home and experience the college dream I've always envisioned. Anxious of being alone and finding my way. Scared of meeting others and not meeting my expectations. Today, I leave changed and still excited. College has transformed me into an independent womxn that has a better understanding of herself. I use to fear doing things alone, afraid that I would be labeled as a "loner." But fuck that. I've found comfort and liberation in myself. I am excited to see who I will become in the next few years.
Here are some pics from my favorite moments from Year 1.
* Year 1 was draining at times and I felt lost most of the time. This blog is to help me, introspect,, express, preserve, and maintain my creativity.