College: Year One Overview

So I've been done with my first year of college for a couple weeks now.

I should probably write about it.

The first semester was pretty good for me academically speaking. I didn't have any friends really...so no social life to distract me. I finished homework in a timely manner because school was the only successful part of my life. I needed to distract myself from what had happened previous to me moving in to college. I won't go into detail.

I started receiving random phone calls from Codename: Ninja at the end of October. I looked forward to these phone calls. Every night I would look at my phone with the hopes that he would call me. If he did, I would sit in the laundry room and chat with him well into the early hours of the morning. I was the happiest person on the planet while I was on the phone. I still don't think he realizes that.

I went back to my old procrastinating self by November. I was still a hermit and never got out of my dorm room. I was also conflicted.

Thanksgiving break didn't matter until the 27th. Ninja came back home to see me during break. Best day of my life. Also sad though. Complicated.

Christmasfest came along. During the parts that I didn't sing, I daydreamed. I had heard the other choirs songs a few times. I wondered if I was betraying Scipio. I wondered how stupid I was to let Ninja get away.

My first finals were not as bad as I thought. My well-written papers and carefully done work served me well throughout the semester. I got through first semester without much of an academic scratch.

By Christmas break I had made up my mind. I had a diabolical plan set in place. That plan miserably failed though when I realized how unimportant an insignificant I was. Ninja's calls stopped....but that didn't stop me from calling every once and a while. Pathetic.

J-Term was an evil thing. This is where I really started to slack. I just couldn't focus on academics. I made some friends instead. Little by little, I was allowed to be a part of their already well-established group.

Second semester started in February. I didn't really get the class schedule I wanted...and I wasn't really dedicated to my classes like I was in the fall.

In my attempt to continue my diabolical plan, I ended up getting rejected on Valentine's Day.

By the end of February I had made up my mind to transfer and go after what my heart wanted: Journalism and Ninja.

All I remember about March and April was that I finally realized I needed to put in a little more effort than I was into my classes. I started hanging out more with people.

I started watching Glee with people. I really enjoyed my glee group. I miss them already.

I had a few instances where I made a friend and then they decided they didn't want to be my friend after a little while. That was fun.

Once May hit, I started realizing that I would be transferring for the wrong reasons. I was basing my life around someone again. As much as it hurt me, I realized that I couldn't finish my diabolical plan...because Ninja already stated his opinion on the matter. I couldn't change his mind. I still hate the fact that someone can make someone I really care about happier than I can.

I also had become rather attached to the friends I made. I didn't want to just leave them for a whim.

Unfortunately this means I'll never know. So I'll always be unhappy and wondering "what if?".

I trudged through finals. Was relieved when it was all over. Said goodbye to a senior friend. Left my emotions god knows where. Cleared out my dorm room. Said Goodbye until the fall.

Overall impression: I really don't know. It wasn't smooth sailing.

~AM