Tonight is the last night. The last night sleeping in Stockton 115. The last night in the room that’s seen it all. These four walls witnessed the creation of the most beautiful, lifelong friendship. Tonight will be the last night falling asleep next to a white cinderblock wall with residue from command hooks that have been stuck to that same wall over the course of last 50 years. The last night saying a quick little prayer with the roomie before dozing off. The last night falling asleep in this 14×14 room that I’ve called home for the past 9 months.
This afternoon, I took a break from the chaos to reflect. To reflect on this past year – my first year of college. It was, undoubtedly, some of the most challenging months of my life all while being some of the most incredible. I’ve learned more things in 9 months than I have in my entire 18 years of life (ehhhh, that might be a bit of a stretch, my parents did a pretty dang good job) BUT for real, I’ve learned a lot.
You’re Gonna Make Rookie Mistakes
Starting with my first day of Tuesday/Thursday classes. When I read my class schedule, I had classes on “MWF” and I had classes on “TR”. Monday, Wednesday, Friday, and Thursday. I had Tuesdays off! Or so I thought……………
I showed up to my first class on Thursday and as I’m walking in, amongst a larger group of students, the prof says, “Go ahead and bring your papers up to me as you walk in.” Instant panic. Being a paranoid perfectionist, my mind started going 1,000 miles a minute. “What paper?! I never got an email?! I didn’t know there was an assignment?!” I looked over to the kid next to me, who you could tell this wasn’t his first rodeo and I said, “Was there an assignment?” He chuckled and said, “Yeah, the paper he assigned on Tuesday”. GOOD ONE CHLOE. Long story short, I missed the first class of the semester – TR stands for Tuesday, Thursday. Rookie mistake. You’re gonna make them. Not just during your first week at college, but in life. And hopefully you have a nice boss or client or coworker or professor like mine, that lets you turn in your paper a few days late and still get full credit.
Embrace the Season – Be Content
When I was in high school, I was forever saying, “Gosh, I cannot wait to go to college!” I obsessed on this idea. Finally moving out of the house, finally living on my own, finally living “THE life”. Dumb. Not only did I begin to wish my high school years away, but I had unrealistic expectations for what college was going to be like. Because of these expectations, when I got to college and it wasn’t exactly how I expected it to be, I found myself thinking, “Gosh, I can’t wait to get out of college and be married and have a job and have cute babies.” What a vicious cycle I was beginning. Through this I realized that I need to learn to be content with where I’m at. And my first year of college has taught me exactly that. I have learned to embrace the season I’m in and to be content, right where I’m at.
Don’t Be Afraid of Late Night (or early early early morning) Runs to Taco Bell
One night, my roomie and I were up fairly late both laying in our beds chatting. Conversation slowly started to die as it passed 1:00am and right as we began to stop talking, I got this craving. Taco Bell. I need a quesarito. I knew that if I wanted this quesarito, I needed to speak up quick because Faith was about to doze. I said, “Soooooo Faith I’m really craving Taco Bell. Wanna go?” In typical Faith fashion, she said “Are you kidding me?! It’s 1 in the morning! No freaking way!” After about 10 minutes of convincing, Faith ripped her covers off, got out of bed, looked at me, and said, “Fine. I’ll go. BUT YOU’RE BUYIN MY FREAKIN CHALUPA!” We had a deal. In our pjs, off to Taco Bell we went. So there we were, 1:30 in the morning, sitting in the Taco Bell parking lot eating a quesarito and a chalupa. In the grand scheme of things, this isn’t all that funny, but we laughed pretty freaking hard that night and I tell you what, it’s random stuff like that that makes college so great.
I can’t help but be thankful for all of the ups and downs that my first year of college brought. All of the breakdowns and laughter. All of the people that the Lord has brought into my life over the last 9 months. It was hard, but man, it was oh so good.
Here’s to freshman year, here’s to beautiful friendships created and memories made. Here’s to the last night here.