2 months and 14 days.
College is hard. But it's a different sort of hard than I expected.
I expected no sleep, writing papers, reading thousands of pages from several different texts, and a confusing class schedule that would require me to wake up early in order to be on time for anything.
But it's different.
On the day I moved in I felt as if I were having an out-of-body experience. I wasn't really there. I was just going through the motions, watching everyone go by while they did their own thing.
And after 2 months and 14 days that feeling hasn't really gone away.
You anticipate going to college for so long. Throughout high school all they ever talk about is: "In college you'll have to..." "College is like..." college, college, college... and when you finally get there, it doesn't seem real at all.
You also don't realize how it really does go by so fast.
In a blurred frenzy of papers, and classes, and late nights, and crying, and laughing, I am already 6 weeks away from finishing my first semester. Already 1/8 of the way done.
I now know how to construct coherent sentences in French, and what the word "primogeniture" means. I tried ballroom dancing, and have been able to analyze the deeper meanings of literature.
I wrote a long paper on the effects that blogging has on a person's identity, and realized just how much I missed this space.
I've been trying for a long time to find a way to sum up my conflicting, chaotic, and confusing feelings on college. And all I can say is: so far so good.
05 November 2016