Thoughts from freshman year...
It's another one of those "I just looked back on old entries" entry--
I was searching for something specific from my freshman year up here, and quickly had to go over all my entries from then and wow. Some observations about myself and my general naivete:
//I tried way too hard to be funny
\\I think I was partially bipolar
//I cared WAY too much what others thought of me
\\I was inconsiderate and selfish and let my most important friendships deteriorate
//I was still so angry over Shawn and it wasn't fair to Patrick
\\I didn't get that not everybody cared to hear about "MerLo" everysingleday
//I couldn't let the whole Imran-catching-me-talking-shit thing go for the longest time
\\I was far too concerned with having a good time than with being responsible
//I should NOT write poetry
\\I didn't realize that I could live without Patrick for more than two weeks if I had to (although, I AM going to miss him when he's in Hong Kong for 6 weeks!)
I DO have to give shout-outs...freshman year style:
To My Enduring Bbuds Melanie--Wow. Did I ever put you through the ringer... Thanks for sticking by me while I had to do some serious growing up and, as always, offering your wisdom along the way. I love you like you truly are a sister!
To Megan--You were always so impartial and let me see all sorts of angles of every situation. Thank you for laughing at my jokes. Thank you for always being so nice to me, even when you had to kick me in the butt from time to time!
To Laura--We are far removed from the MerLo days--but at least we have fun in style. Although, I can still say that some of my favorite college memories involve Hume, whipped cream, t-shirt-making, strawberry cheesecake smoothies and ass/boob-shaped cookie cakes.
I know I'm not the best person I can be. I know I'm not the most secure, responsible adult that I should be upon graduating, but I can say that I've come A.LONG.WAY since then. Four years doesn't seem that long and yet it feels as though I reached some sort of important destination. I can think of a million things that have happened throughout my college experience--switching schools, living on my own, dealing with a long distance relationship, and joining DZ just to name a few. But I don't think any of that will leave the same impression as the amount of growing I did.
I was searching for something specific from my freshman year up here, and quickly had to go over all my entries from then and wow. Some observations about myself and my general naivete:
//I tried way too hard to be funny
\\I think I was partially bipolar
//I cared WAY too much what others thought of me
\\I was inconsiderate and selfish and let my most important friendships deteriorate
//I was still so angry over Shawn and it wasn't fair to Patrick
\\I didn't get that not everybody cared to hear about "MerLo" everysingleday
//I couldn't let the whole Imran-catching-me-talking-shit thing go for the longest time
\\I was far too concerned with having a good time than with being responsible
//I should NOT write poetry
\\I didn't realize that I could live without Patrick for more than two weeks if I had to (although, I AM going to miss him when he's in Hong Kong for 6 weeks!)
I DO have to give shout-outs...freshman year style:
To My Enduring Bbuds Melanie--Wow. Did I ever put you through the ringer... Thanks for sticking by me while I had to do some serious growing up and, as always, offering your wisdom along the way. I love you like you truly are a sister!
To Megan--You were always so impartial and let me see all sorts of angles of every situation. Thank you for laughing at my jokes. Thank you for always being so nice to me, even when you had to kick me in the butt from time to time!
To Laura--We are far removed from the MerLo days--but at least we have fun in style. Although, I can still say that some of my favorite college memories involve Hume, whipped cream, t-shirt-making, strawberry cheesecake smoothies and ass/boob-shaped cookie cakes.
I know I'm not the best person I can be. I know I'm not the most secure, responsible adult that I should be upon graduating, but I can say that I've come A.LONG.WAY since then. Four years doesn't seem that long and yet it feels as though I reached some sort of important destination. I can think of a million things that have happened throughout my college experience--switching schools, living on my own, dealing with a long distance relationship, and joining DZ just to name a few. But I don't think any of that will leave the same impression as the amount of growing I did.