This first half of my first semester of my first year of college has been definitely interesting. I really cannot say that it has been better or worse than I expected–it’s just nothing like I had expected.
Number One: I am in a sorority. I actually like it. When I go to my sorority house to be with my “sisters,” I have a chance for silly relaxation and down time. I love the relationships I’m building there; they’re just girls who want genuine friendships just as much as I do.
Number Two: I came in with the mindset of school > the world, and not that that has entirely changed, but I have become the overextender I kept telling myself I couldn’t become. I recently had to count (for my sorority) how many clubs/organizations I am a part of…and the number is up to around thirteen. That’s pretty self explanatory. I need to cull my list. My academics aren’t suffering (YET! *knocks on wood*), but I am always drained. I get decent sleep, but I never have down time! I can feel that beginning to take its toll.
Number Three: I am not making friends like I thought I would. Not that I don’t have friends (which I would be okay with admitting on this post that only Jaci reads [Hi, Jaci]), but I don’t have close friends. I even don’t have sweet, wonderful relationships with my sorority sisters or the people in my itty-bitty GEF and Honors classes. I literally don’t have time! Honestly, how can I devote time and effort to building relationships with people when I don’t even have the energy for myself?
Number Four: I forgot how much of a constant ball-of-stress I am ALL OF THE TIME–I wonder why? Haha. I’m not kidding either–my boyfriend has starting telling me to adopt the mindset of a “stoner” from time-to-time just to give myself a break from my overexerting self (NOTE: This doesn’t involve drugs or alcohol or other illegal things. Just chill vibes, squinty eyes with a tiny smile, and a soothing voice.) My under-eye bags are basically tattooed on as purple/black half moons and my shoulders have turned to knots of steel. Oh and the freshman fifteen is so real. Thanks Stress, you are working wonders on my bod.
Number Five: My college plans have drastically changed since stepping foot on campus and figuring out that the collegiate world can’t always be conquered from a pre-college mindset. I’m not compromising, but I feel like I’m updating–new information requires change. I’m no longer planning on double majoring and double minoring. I am declared as an IAS/Pre-Med major with minors of chemistry, biology, and Spanish. My major and its classes have nothing to do with Pre-Med, although I think it will be so helpful along with Spanish, but fulfilling my Pre-Med, Honors, sorority, and GEF requirements while working towards a normally unrelated major and going abroad definitely makes this college thing so much more difficult.
Number Six: I STILL don’t know where I am going for GEF. Puebla, Mexico has become a serious contender, but it no longer works with my timeline. I just have no clue on how I am suppose to solidify my study abroad plans while so many other aspects of my college are still so shaky. Like my sorority (this is one aspect of my sorority that grinds my gears), I am required to live-in my sorority house during a certain span of time. It just so happens that that is when I have to study abroad in order to cram all of my classes and experiences in before the MCAT my junior year. If I go abroad during that time and can’t find another girl to take my slot in the house, I have to pay for living-in, EVEN IF I AM I IN ANOTHER COUNTRY. No exceptions. Thanks for fostering my self-improvement and future, sorority. That is just one ridiculous tid-bit that is making my plans for going abroad more strenuous than usual.
I know everything I said might make my life sound a little horrific, but it’s not too bad. This blog has just become a place for my crazy thoughts. Which might be a little hectic right now. What a world.