Oh, College!

When I first heard Lady Gaga’s song, Judas, I thought, “Oh my gosh. What in the world has happened to her music?!” Then I found a remix, and I said to myself, “Ok. I think I can give it a try.” Well, I did; and now it is stuck in my head. 

Even though it’s been out for about 2 weeks now, (or so), what is your thoughts on her song? Some people have described it as a song going against the Christian faith, others have called it horrible, while some have called it pure genius. 

The remix I heard is here: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zyA8nDh_JhA

As one sits in their dorm room by him or herself, they start to recollect how they got there, and what experiences they had while during their stay. While almost everyone has moved out on my floor, I sit and remember the first day I got to move into my dorm. Along with just that single majority of a memory, I remember the first few classes I had, the people I’ve met on this long journey, and what it all has taught me.

August 27th was probably the best day of my life. Why? That was the day I left my home to pursue my education in what then, was Business Administration. I remember arriving with my best friend Helen in my grandmother’s Chevy Trailblazer. That car was so loaded down, that Helen barely had any room, and we couldn’t see out the windows. I remember having to carry all my stuff up, by myself even though help was around, to the 3rd floor after being checked into our building. I remember after it all was put away in the room that I laid down on my bed in the nice air conditioning, smiling away thinking to myself, “I did it. I’m here. I’m officially a college student.” 

Eventually classes started, and I had always remembered that people had told me to be 15 minutes early to classes. Well….. when all one has is 15 minutes to get to one’s next class, (since they’re all back to back), one can’t really do that. I remember having an Autistic English teacher, a hardcore History teacher, a bold Psychology professor, and a really nerdy Geology professor. I thought, “What have I gotten myself into?” In the end, they weren’t as bad as I thought they were. I passed all my classes except Psychology, but like I said… she was bold. 

During my time at school though, things like football games, work, and “the stoop” worked its way into my life. The stoop was a collection of people who consisted of 4 base individuals who in the end grew to more than 20 or 30 people at a time who would sit on the stoop of our dorm building til 5 am. Mind you, the sitting started at around 10 at night, no matter how cold it was. Football games, mainly tailgating, was the best of all. All the frats and sororities got together and barbecued, and everyone got drunk. Then it was football time. Not that great, but we enjoyed it. Work is a different story, and not as exciting, but the times I would come home would be just amazing. Everyone at the stoop would great me as I came home with a, “Hey! Come talk to us. How was Subway today?” Best group of friends ever.

Winter came upon us quicker than finals did as temperatures dropped. Which in turn, brought Winter Break. I moved back home for about a month because I couldn’t live in the dorm due to the university being closed. A long month of driving back and forth, but it was totally worth it. By that time I was working at American Eagle and time was flying by as I was selling away for Christmas time.

Winter break ended not as quick as it should have, because honestly, I didn’t want to be at my parents’ house. When one lives on their own, who wants to be a dependent again? It was spring semester of 2011. Brand new year, with a chance to start all over. Business classes galore was my schedule with Finite math and Microeconomics as my starting points. Then came English 1020 (second freshman english), and Biology. I had a Chinese Econ professor, and Indonesian Biology professor, a deep voiced, yet really cool Finite professor, and finally an English teacher who made me realize my full potential as a writer. 

In summary, business classes were absolutely terrible because I had no idea what was going on the entire time. This is when I knew I had to change my major. That’s when I started interning for WMTS on campus, and realizing that I was wonderful at writing, I changed my major to Broadcasting Journalism. My English professor eventually became what me, and my classmates (now close friends), consider a part of our family. She did the same after she told us about her son dying 5 and half years ago. She told us that she considered us her children. That made us proud. She was the only professor who I enjoyed going to class for. The only one who helped me see my potential and pushed me to be better than what I was at. For that, I respect her. 

You’re probably wondering about my Biology professor, huh? Well, to be honest… I didn’t learn anything I didn’t already know. So that’s about it. She was a waste of time and money. But one lives and learns, right?

It came to finals this week, and this is where things get a little emotional for me. We all had been wanting this day to come, while all I had been thinking how awesome summer was going to be (just like everyone else). Finals came and went. It is still finals week, but also move out week. During this week I balanced school and life a lot. This week was the week that decided the rest of my life. I was moving off campus; another big move for me. I am officially moved out of my parents’ house, and after 3 roommate changes, I now have a place to live (I think, if my roommate will answer his phone before Saturday. I mean my stuff is over there). 

As of right now, I am sitting in my room, to myself after my roommate left at 2 today. I don’t leave until Saturday at noon when I check out. But throughout the whole year, I met amazing people who have honestly changed my life and exposed me to new experiences I never would have done at home. For that, I am grateful. I’m glad to have these people in my life. As I see these people leave my life temporarily to go home to their families, it’s like an episode of the Real World, but I guess it’d be Corlew edition. I’m the last to leave the building, and as I see these people leave, I have faith that our friendship won’t die, but I know it won’t be as strong as it was these past 9 months. 

Thanks y’all for the best first year of college anyone can ever have. :)