The thought of hanging out with my group of “friends” from freshman year gives me anxiety. I had a horrible freshman year because of the toxic energy I surrounded myself with. Some people aren't meant to be in your life, and you have to let go of them to make room for those that are.
At least 30% of the students that I started college off with aren't here anymore. At first it scared me. Why is everyone leaving? Should I leave to? Maybe this school really does suck and I’m wasting my time? But the truth is that not everyone is meant to be here. College is hard. College is expensive. College is stressful. Not many can make it, and that’s ok. If everyone could it wouldn't be so special. It is senior year, if you’re still here I may not like you....but I respect you for making it. *snaps for you*
While I was on my way to class the other day I noticed a student walking around campus without shoes on. Now, he had a pair of shoes attached to his backpack, he just chose not to wear them. At first…..I found him repulsive. But I then realized that it was not my job to judge his lifestyle if he wasn’t hurting anyone. I was raised to wear shoes, he wasn’t. And I commend him on his courage to choose to standout….even if it’s unsanitary. You can’t determine the rights and wrongs of world based on what you were solely raised to believe. I’m still trying to accept this truth. It’s hard for me to understand the way others think, because as a Type A I tend to think my way of thinking is the only way of thinking.
So early Tuesday afternoon I was outside of one of my classes and this specimen decided to bump me. Yes, ladies and gentlemen, she bumped me! #shetriedit We’re going to refer to her as “The Owl”.#hooohooohoohoo I unfortunately used to talk to her current boyfriend years ago, and I guess she’s still angry about it? I really don’t know why she hates me, which makes the situation even funnier. And to be honest I can’t tell if she’s mean-mugging me or if that’s just her natural face, but she’s ALWAYS staring at me. But then again who can blame her? *Kanye shrugs* Now, freshman year Amira would’ve gone bad girl’s club on her. But senior year Amira just has too much to lose. At first I was REALLY angry and confused, but then I just laughed. There is nothing that she can do to ruin how amazing this year will be! It’s childish, so we refer to it as high school drama. But I just have this feeling that it will never end. People are petty, and life will move on. It’s not their ratchetness that matters, it’s how you react to it. #goodtrybird #flyaway
Recently, I explained to my roommates that most business majors aren't friends, we’re acquaintances with great networking technique. By the time you get to senior year, your circle of friends is small. What many of us fail to realize is that pure unadulterated hatred is not the only other option. We can coexist without having a problem. Networking is the exchanging of conversation with business in mind. We don’t have to be friends to handle business.
The truths that you reveal to others during that late hours will create an amazing bond. The creativity of a night in with friends is essential to the college experience. Grab an old movie, blast 90’s music and enjoy the company of those you choose to be around. In a few years, you all will be dominating the world, so slow it down for a night and appreciate it.
I don’t think the actors in these “college” themed movies ever went to college. Do you ever notice that they never go to class? Or that they always look really cute? The lies! You can party everyday if you want…..to fail! Partying is fine in moderation,but Project X doesn't happen every night.
I am not who I was freshman year. Now, I loved who I was. I was anxious for life and I sought out thrills, but I can’t be her anymore. Getting hurt, and learning lessons are a part of life, they transform you into a different person. Some may call this growing up….I call it twirling into perfection!
You'll learn early on that everyone studies differently. There are individuals out there that can never go to class and make all A’s, I call them Vampires because they can suck the blood and soul out of a textbook in one night and Ace a test the next morning. Just because THEY can do it, doesn’t mean you can.
I broke at the end of my freshman year. I didn’t think I was going to come back because of the horrible experience I had. I was surrounded by individuals who needed to tear others down to build themselves up, and I hated it. But honestly…I needed to get through that to grow up. I had to break then so that I could handle now.