This week has been absolutely incredible. As I sit in the lounge curled up in my favorite chair, I can’t help but to relax and think of all the incredible things that have happened in just one short week, of all the blessings that my glorious God has granted me.
The whole idea of college was terrifying. I was so ready to start this next chapter in my life. But when it came to taking that courageous step into the unknown, my knees were weak. What scared me most of all was friends. I was terrified that I would never be able to find a good group of people that I could trust, that I could be close to and enjoy being with.
In high school, I had my core group. I had those people that I could trust my life with. Those people that could make me laugh no matter what, that would listen to me and offer me much needed advice and wisdom. My friends from high school were so wonderful and I am so grateful for the impact that they had in my life. Needless to say, I was terrified. Terrified that when I closed that full, crazy chapter titled “High School,” that those beautiful friendships would close with it. Terrified that I would be left alone to learn all about the ups and downs of college and how to survive through it all.
The very first night of college was a big ice-cream social. I stood there somewhat awkwardly with my roommate, surrounded by hundreds of freshmen. We were all in the same boat. Nobody really knew anybody. Eventually we made our way over to a group of people from our floor. In that moment I made a decision. In high school I had started out shy and nervous, frightened of what others thought of me, terrified and intimidated by everybody. The next four years I fought so hard to break out of that shyness. I fought to be bold, to be fun, to be someone that people would want to spend time with. Standing in the midst of hundreds of people I had never met before, I decided to be that person. To not care what people thought of me. To just enjoy where I was at and everything going on around me. I was even so bold as to run up to a group and dance around wildly, just to earn a dollar. And that was the beginning of it all. That first night set the stage for a new family.
I live on 5 south of Ryle Hall. This floor has become such a tight family. We eagerly ran around Truman week, chanting for Ryle Hall and even louder, chanting for Southside. This first week has been a wild ride. Between the classes, the activities, the crazy nights staying up till 5am in the lounge, watching movies and making dinners, going to mass Sunday morning, going canoeing and swimming for a class…. I barely have time to breathe. And certainly no time to sleep. These people truly are a family. I can have a conversation about the differences between Catholicism and Non-Denominational. I can cuddle up on the floor with Jessica, Katie, Julie, and Mellissa watching movies in “lounge #2.” I can make runs to la pachango and Wal-Mart with my suitemates. I can attempt to swallow the absolutely awful cupcakes that someone attempted to make. I can devise devious plans to start the civil war between the North and South side. I can have conversations with my suitemates about the awkward situations that happen and how the heck to deal with them…
I have cherished every moment with these people. It’s been only a week but it feels like a lifetime. I can trust these people. I dearly miss all of my high school friends. But now I know that everything is going to be okay. I know that while I’m here, I won’t be alone. God has truly answered my prayers. My biggest prayer, the thing I was most anxious about, was answered perfectly. And now I am so excited to see where else this crazy adventure called “College” is going to take me.