Week 5. Day 5. It has already been a month into the semester. Not long ago we were all starting our freshman year of high school, nervous to be in the high school surrounded by the “big” kids. Fearing the day that we would get our lunch or lunch money stolen, finally reaching the day we were finally brave enough to ask our crush for their number or to hang out at the week’s football game. Then suddenly, we were the big kids that we once feared. Finally reaching our senior year, many of us could not wait to get out of the high school we will always consider our “stomping ground” or rather some of us finding it a little harder to leave whether it be sentimental memories or the true fear of not being able to pass.
Well, here I am five years later, ending my fifth week of my sophomore semester, bidding adieu to the famous week of homecoming activities which is notoriously known here as #lycohoco.
Where I am from, homecoming was never a huge deal. Here, homecoming is the main event of the fall semester with an entire week of events which is pretty crazy from my previous homecoming experiences of voting for homecoming king and queen and going to the football game for the crowning if I didn’t have to go into work that Friday night. Though my years of high school were fun and not as bad as I thought they would be as a freshman, I have found that can fully agree on the universal statement that college is better than high school.
As a commuter who is terribly anxious and shy, I didn’t expect to have any friends on campus. I figured I would just go to class, go to work, stay home and that was it for my social life. I was wrong. Orientation managed to put me with a great group of people. There were eight of us in the group, but three of us remained close. A California girl, a very southern Marylander, and a local PA girl, all with a common love of two things: great pop punk music and theatre. These fantastic people are now my best friends today, a year and a half later, and I can stand behind the statement that you will indeed meet your best friends in college. Thanks to my Marylander, I have met new people and become more social, especially with the introduction to the TKE fraternity. Growing up as the only girl with two older brothers, I guess hanging around with guys never really bothered me and so I felt right at home with TKE. Thanks to my California girl, I finally met another female who understood me. We can go from serious girl time discussions to joking in a heartbeat and that is exactly the type of people I need in my life.
People who motivate me and help me get out of my comfort zones while also taking care of each other and being a phone call away. The transition from junior high, to high school, and finally into college was over whelming, but things fall into place and give some pleasant surprises. In the famous words of Ferris Bueller, “life moves pretty fast. If you don't stop and look around once in a while, you could miss it.”