Last August I started writing in a journal every day as a way to document my first year of college. I thought about publishing parts of that but considering I wrote, on average, a little over 250 words a day, I’d consider that a bit much. Something like 80,000 words is likely too long and much too overwhelming for a blog post. So instead I’ve decided to recap the year in a short summary, using those entries as notes of sorts.
This really has been quite the (school) year. After moving out this past weekend, I am officially done with my first year of college. That is absolutely crazy to think about, because looking back on it, it really did feel short. And that means that I have just three more years left at Creighton University, that I’m sure will be just as packed with new adventures.
Last August I got to campus, and moved into my first dorm room. It was the first time living on my own, away from my family, and the first time living with someone in the same room. I was nervous stepping foot into that room, what would become my home for nine months, for the first time. I had absolutely no idea what it would be like living so close to people, sharing the same bathrooms.
A week after coming to Creighton, I was excited to start classes. Sure, they were only the basic subjects, the general requirements, but the professors really knew what they were talking about. You could hear the passion in their voices. I also found it interesting to think about the type of people who go to Creighton. Everyone must have done well in high school to be able to attend here. No longer do you have many people who don’t try, which was the case in public high school, but almost everyone was there to do well in their studies.
The entire first semester I spent studying. After the first couple of weeks I sort of gave up trying to get to know the people on my floor, because other than a few, most of them were absolutely insane (more on that later). Even though I was studying hard, I still managed to have a good amount of free time on my hands. Maybe it’s cause I didn’t have to drive anywhere, classes were literally five minutes away from each other, or maybe cause I just had myself to deal with, but it was pretty great.
But by the time that snow was starting to show up, and finals were just about finished, I was ready to get out of there. Somehow I even managed to get a 4.0. Don’t ask me how that happened. It just kind of did.
Christmas break was a great time to relax but it was also a bit weird in that home felt much more different from what it had been just a few months before. Likely it was something along the lines that I had gotten used to staying up till past midnight every night and sleeping in later. Or that I was used to doing my own thing and not having anyone to really tell me any different. That’s the thing that has changed the most: just how I’ve gone about living.
I came back after break, thinking that it would be the same routine as last semester and for the most part it was, but there were some key differences. The semester felt more difficult; I studied more and had less free time. I met more people and did more things. It was a much more challenging semester.
While it may have been different, and more difficult, I can’t say that I would ever want to change it to what my first semester had been like, because while I felt like I grew during the whole year, the second semester was where I really started living. That may sound a little vague, and for that I am sorry, but just trust me in what I say: that the people I’ve met, and the experiences I’ve had, and the things I have learned this semester have been truly astounding.
Now I’m all moved out. As I said I’d speak on it more, the floor that I lived on was an absolute mess. But would you expect any different from a floor of sixty guys, most of whom don’t seem to give a crap if their bathrooms are destroyed, or if their hallway has popcorn strewn throughout? Sure it may have been my home for nine months, but I am not that sad to leave it.
I’d say that’s a good enough summary of my first year at Creighton. I’ve still got three years left and those I look forward to with a renewed vigor after finishing this last one. I’ve got a long summer ahead of me filled with new adventures yet, but if all goes well, then perhaps I’ll continue this tradition of writing into the next school year.
A quick update of what’s next: I will be in Germany for a school trip to Berlin for a few weeks this summer, which I will try to blog at least once a week on (pending the availability of a fast enough internet connection). Do look forward to that. Until next time.