It shows
I'm a junior in college. I'm halfway there, 32 credits and two top-tier institutions under my belt. While transferring is the best thing I've ever decided to do, I can't discredit all of my experiences from my year at NYU.
But, sophomore year was all but a wash. I experienced a healthy, long distance relationship and a harder workload than I've ever been dealt in the past. I made and changed friends enough that I can't deny the impact. I was the "new girl" for the first time in my life, not as a huge group of new kids but actually as a fresh piece of meat, and it was a hugely positive influence on my social life. I doubt people would've found me nearly as interesting or attractive if I came in as a freshman with Skidmore's class of 2010.
I probably won't get my grades for this past semester until I'm already back in Saratoga but here are the tallies:
-I survived the year with a positive bank account balance (though barely)
-I started off the year quitting smoking, failed miserably, and ended the year with a much more positive approach
-I managed to keep my body shape thanks to the 75 stairs to campus from my apartment
-I have a pretty solid foundation in developmental psychology
-My career path is even more questionable than when I started which actually shows that I've thought about it a lot more
-I entered the library to do work, not just check out a book for personal reading enjoyment
-I had a boyfriend, a "cuddle" buddy, and a bunch of interests that went various places and are still in progress (at least some of them)
-I went through several IDs, thanks to fucking Gaffney's, but I experienced the 21+ scene all the same
-I can actually count on my hand the weekend nights I didn't go out
-I actually held the same job all year
-I have really solid housing arrangements for the next 365 days or so and am already working on my plans for next summer and senior year (when I'll be an old cat lady because my close friends are leaving)
-I may still go abroad, but as a senior, after all
-After doing a lot of arguing with numbers, it's actually really hard for me to fail Chem which is definitely a miracle considering my test scores
-I survived elementary calculus and enjoyed it so much that I'm actually taking the next level which surprised the hell out of me, hater of anything math
-I can cope with life, even though it's taken me almost a year of being medicated to do so
I've been technically home since Friday but spent Saturday through this morning in the Poconos with my dad and Roxie, the Wiggle Beast. I'm already bored and ready to strangle Liam. I miss my girls and I definitely miss my boys, even the boys I eye-fucked in d-hall.
For the record, and probably my own enjoyment at a later date, a common d-hall conversation:
Lindsay: I'm going to go very strategically get cereal. Rosie?
Rosie: Ok I'll come with you.
Rosie and Lindsay skip over to get cereal.
Lindsay: Not looking not looking not looking not looking
Rosie: DON'T LOOK! OOH!
Lindsay: WHAT?
Rosie: We're making casual conversation. You're getting mad placenta.
Lindsay: Who?
Rosie: (insert name here)
Lindsay: Really?! EEE Holy shit!
Rosie: he just pointed! ok now they're all staring.
Lindsay: NOT LOOKING
Rosie: DON'T LOOK yea they're all giving you maaaaaad placenta.
Lindsay: Cap'n Crunch? Ok let's go.
Rosie and Lindsay giggle, Lindsay struts a little more obviously back to the table.
But, sophomore year was all but a wash. I experienced a healthy, long distance relationship and a harder workload than I've ever been dealt in the past. I made and changed friends enough that I can't deny the impact. I was the "new girl" for the first time in my life, not as a huge group of new kids but actually as a fresh piece of meat, and it was a hugely positive influence on my social life. I doubt people would've found me nearly as interesting or attractive if I came in as a freshman with Skidmore's class of 2010.
I probably won't get my grades for this past semester until I'm already back in Saratoga but here are the tallies:
-I survived the year with a positive bank account balance (though barely)
-I started off the year quitting smoking, failed miserably, and ended the year with a much more positive approach
-I managed to keep my body shape thanks to the 75 stairs to campus from my apartment
-I have a pretty solid foundation in developmental psychology
-My career path is even more questionable than when I started which actually shows that I've thought about it a lot more
-I entered the library to do work, not just check out a book for personal reading enjoyment
-I had a boyfriend, a "cuddle" buddy, and a bunch of interests that went various places and are still in progress (at least some of them)
-I went through several IDs, thanks to fucking Gaffney's, but I experienced the 21+ scene all the same
-I can actually count on my hand the weekend nights I didn't go out
-I actually held the same job all year
-I have really solid housing arrangements for the next 365 days or so and am already working on my plans for next summer and senior year (when I'll be an old cat lady because my close friends are leaving)
-I may still go abroad, but as a senior, after all
-After doing a lot of arguing with numbers, it's actually really hard for me to fail Chem which is definitely a miracle considering my test scores
-I survived elementary calculus and enjoyed it so much that I'm actually taking the next level which surprised the hell out of me, hater of anything math
-I can cope with life, even though it's taken me almost a year of being medicated to do so
I've been technically home since Friday but spent Saturday through this morning in the Poconos with my dad and Roxie, the Wiggle Beast. I'm already bored and ready to strangle Liam. I miss my girls and I definitely miss my boys, even the boys I eye-fucked in d-hall.
For the record, and probably my own enjoyment at a later date, a common d-hall conversation:
Lindsay: I'm going to go very strategically get cereal. Rosie?
Rosie: Ok I'll come with you.
Rosie and Lindsay skip over to get cereal.
Lindsay: Not looking not looking not looking not looking
Rosie: DON'T LOOK! OOH!
Lindsay: WHAT?
Rosie: We're making casual conversation. You're getting mad placenta.
Lindsay: Who?
Rosie: (insert name here)
Lindsay: Really?! EEE Holy shit!
Rosie: he just pointed! ok now they're all staring.
Lindsay: NOT LOOKING
Rosie: DON'T LOOK yea they're all giving you maaaaaad placenta.
Lindsay: Cap'n Crunch? Ok let's go.
Rosie and Lindsay giggle, Lindsay struts a little more obviously back to the table.