#college freshmen

Last night I had a dream that I received a text telling me I had been accepted into my dream school. I woke up really sad, and disappointed. I remembered how sad I was when I came home to this thin, tiny, sad envelope and cried for two whole days because my envelope wasn’t gold. I didn’t go to class the next day; I just laid in bed and felt sorry for myself.

That was something no one told me: it’s okay to be sad. It’s okay to cry and not go to school the next day. It’s okay to feel hurt and embarrassed. Those feelings are okay. After awhile, you don’t feel as sad anymore. You don’t want to cry as much, and there will be a day that you won’t cry at all.

It’s been 7 months since I received my rejection letter, and I still cry sometimes. Sometimes it’s really easy to be sad, like when you’re alone in your dorm room and Facebook is full of pictures of your friends who go to that school and it’s 1 am on a Friday night. I’m still sad, still disappointed, but there will be a time that I don’t feel this way anymore.

Every time I do yoga, I am so surprised that I don’t go out and do it more often. I attended a free yoga class tonight on campus at our rec center, and realized how much I love it. The environment was so nice and comforting, and extremely positive. The instructor made a very important point to make sure we all understand that loving ourselves and finding inner peace is important, and we can’t beat ourselves up over mistakes and regrets.

Inner peace and self love are so important and I feel we so often forget to love ourselves. It was a nice reminder that we all need to take a moment to appreciate and tell ourselves all the positive things about us. Thanks, yoga instructor. Tonight was peaceful.

Fin.

Something that I feel very bittersweet about is my eating schedule.

Eating in college is a weird thing. I live in a dorm, so I have a meal plan offered by my university. I selected the 100 Meals meal plan, meaning on average I will likely eat 1-2 meals a day, 5 days a week (in the dining hall). What’s frustrating though, is that when the dining hall is closed between meals, that’s when I find myself starving. In our dorm we have a LOT of breakfast food, like bagels, peanut butter, oatmeal, cereal, and milk, but I’m not always in the mood for cereal.

Right now I’m starving. I’m going to eat a bagel with peanut butter on it (Adam’s peanut butter, the good kind) and browse Tumblr before my roommate and I go off to do some yoga.

Dining hall food really isn’t that bad. Some of the food they offer isn’t always the best, but there are so many options, especially for someone like me who doesn’t eat meat. There are vegetarian, vegan, and gluten free options always available, which is nice, and even healthy options, instead of just burgers and fries. I made a salad yesterday that had tofu cubes on it (I love tofu) and it was delicious. People who constantly say bad things about dining halls must not have had very good luck.

We even have fruit infused water: lemon-lime, lemon, grapefruit, cucumber, and orange. Orange water is nice. Now to get that bagel.

Fin.

I’ve never been an A+ student. The highest GPA I’ve ever gotten in a year is 3.7, both semesters. I’ve never been someone to sit down and study really hard for hours on end, but now that I’m in college, those habits need to change.

My goal this quarter is to get a 3.8 GPA. Like I said, I have literally never had grades that good before, but I’m hoping that my incredible interest in my classes and change of habits will get me there. I know a 3.8 is really, really hard to get, especially in college, but I’d rather aim high than low.

So, here I am, avoiding homework by cleaning my dorm and blogging about college. Here’s to another 9 weeks!

Fin.

There are a lot of things they don’t tell you about going to college when your boyfriend is almost two hours away. And by they, I mean all the advisers, teachers, parents, friends, relatives, and administrators that are there to prepare you for university life.

They don’t tell you that it can be a really big struggle to figure out the bus schedule and how to visit your boyfriend when he lives 85.5 miles away, in a major, overpopulated city. They don’t help you pack to spend the night with him, or give you bus fare when you need a transfer two counties away from your university.

They don’t tell you how lonely you will get when you’re walking up 6 flights of stairs to your dorm room with nothing but a bag full of anthropology homework, even though we’ve only had class for 3 days.

They don’t tell you how awkward and uncomfortable it is when guys introduce themselves to you, and suddenly act as though you have the black plague when you mention you have a boyfriend studying at a different university, when all you ever wanted to do is get to know someone.

They don’t tell you how you will cry when your roommate isn’t around and how much you’ll miss them. They don’t even give you someone to tell how sad you are.

What they DO tell you, is how you’re “going to make so many friends” and “getting involved is the best way to meet people.” I want to meet people, but I also want to see my boyfriend.

Fin.

Today was a great day, actually. I tried waking up at 8 am to try preparing for my 8 am class every morning that starts on Wednesday, but I couldn’t. I finally got out of bed at 9.

My roommate and I met up with some close friends and went to the info fair together. It was pretty cool but I missed the one booth I was most interested in. Thankfully it’s going on tomorrow also so I’ll be able to get info on the group tomorrow! I signed up to join the Photo Club, about photography, since I brought my Nikon d40.

My roommate and I napped today and made a night trip into downtown, walking, with another friend of ours. All the dining halls close at 7 pm and don’t reopen until 10, so we needed to go downtown for dinner. Pita Pit made the walk worth it.

I’m excited for our dorm. We’ve been talking about ways to make it better, cuter, and much more practical. I can’t wait until it’s “finished,” whenever that may be.

Fin.