Wow.
This school year. That’s all I can really say at this point. I, of course, am that typical blogger that never updated. That’s okay I think. I will try to bring you up to speed. It kind of stinks that I didn’t update! I stopped updating the month I went skydiving.
Now, I’m sitting in a friend’s apartment where I will be staying for the next week until I head back to Arizona.
No one can say that I didn’t learn anything this semester.
I learned how to deal with people. Well, that’s a lie. I will forever be frustrated by people but I will forever be surprised by them. For example, just ten minutes ago I was sitting in my friend’s, Claire’s, room and in the other room I didn’t even realize that she was setting me up an air mattress to sleep on.
That may seem small but after a long day, it is the small things that stand out.
So, as far as my life goes at Fordham – it’s challenging. The academics are kicking my butt and the social ‘drama’ is enough to make me want to never talk to people again. Yet, I keep on trucking on so, I guess that’s good.
At one point, ROTC was frustrating me a lot but I talked it out with good friends of mine and realized that all dreams are tough to achieve. I want to be an officer so much that whatever I have to do to get it is small in the scheme of things because whatever I have to do is completely worth it. Don’t get me wrong, the program is awesome just sometimes you get to wondering if there are easier roads. That’s a scary place to be.
At the start of this school year I had two other room mates. We all lived in Loschert in a forced triple and sometimes, it was the best thing in the world but like anybody who lives together, espessicially under the pretense of ‘forced triple’, we had our spats. You know what we didn’t have? Space.
Jackie and I will be rooming again next year though in a place called Finlay Hall. It is a designed triple with a spiral staircase in each dorm that leads to a loft and each room has its own bathroom.
Olivia won’t be joining us though.
She isn’t coming back to Fordham period. For some reasons, it is personal – it just wasn’t the place for her. Olivia, Jackie, and I are all friends though and will be for a long time. I am sure of this.
So, what does that mean?
It means we will get somebody new next semester. That is kind of exciting! It is also kind of scary. I am worried for her. It takes a special kind of person to be able to deal with Jackie’s late night studying (she doesn’t crack open a book until midnight) and my early wake ups (4:30am for Ranger Challenge).
At the same time, I learned how to be more responsible and a batter student. AKA my grades have told me it is time to wake up, so now my eyes are open.
A lot has happened and it all hasn’t been awesome but a lot of it has been interesting and noteworthy. It is funny because on Facebook, there is some sort of application where all of a high school class is gathered together and can recreate the yearbook. Interestingly, I have been voted “Most Interesting” – whatever that means.
It was one of the weirdest feelings today though to walk out of my dorm at Loschert with it completely cleared of stuff and to turn in my key. It was walking away from a place I knew I would never come back to and by walking out, it validated that freshman year was real and now it is time to be a sophomore which oddly means,’wise fool’ and if I have to be a fool, I might as well be a wise one.
Everybody’s been writing the “end of the first year” posts, but yours is by far the most unique, what with the huge move and the ROTC and just wow. It’s not surprising that you felt overwhelmed, but clearly, you got some great opportunities out of it. Skydiving? Truly, that’s incredible. How many freshmen get to do that? I certainly didn’t.
I love your sentiment about being a “wise fool.” Perhaps the greatest thing I’ve heard going into our second years of college. . .we’ve made our mistakes, we’ve done our late-night-crams and our early-morning-workouts, we’re still the same tired-eyed, silly fools, but we’re wiser, and better, and we know ourselves just a little more.
So here’s to an awesome summer and a kick ass sophomore year, maybe a major change or two.