The three week break has just started and as a freshman who braved the unknown seas, I am just glad that I survived the first wave of the storm.
I survived the first semester of my first year. It ain’t a big thing but for someone who emotionally thought it isn’t possible and gone through a major adjustment stage, I am proud of myself. I really never believed it was going to be easy peasy but at least it’s off of my list with no broken bones made. I had to allow a few technical adjustments of myself to be capable of the battle, and I do not regret the four months that just passed.
There is both joy and sadness in the semester thing in college. You get to learn subjects in half the time which is really cool because it does not becoming dragging. But you also get to be with you bloc mates, half the usual time you have spent in from your elementary and high school classmates. Lucky are those who just go school, ace their tests, and go home without investing emotions on the people they are with. I hope I could be like them, but, no, I am a kind of person who loves to get to know people, loves to chat as a stress reliever, loves to joke and be joked in return, loves to be part of people’s lives and be part of theirs in return. I invest in getting to know, I invest my emotions because I believe that’s it gives meaning to living. It makes breathing oxygen and releasing carbon dioxide totally worth it.
So this is how it feels to be college. Now I know, and I am looking forward to more! I may have sepanx regarding buddies but I know I’ll make it!
It is in the journey, the experience, and friendships nurtured. 💋💋💋
Here’s a montage of some of my photos this semester! 😁