In my search for a new room to move to, I discovered something interesting--there are these special suites in one of the dorm halls. Probably my closest friend so far here (a sophomore) is in this suite, and invited me to move into one of the empty bedrooms there. The suite has three separate bedrooms, a bathroom, a living room, and a kitchen area. And lots of space. It's wonderful.
And guess what? The school doesn't advertise these SuperSuites. It's really hard to find on the website (I couldn't find it, my SuperMom did), and they never show it on tours. The only way in is if you know someone in the suites already.
The conclusion to this is schools have secrets, little things they don't tell you about, little gimmicks. You have to be in the in to find them. So don't be afraid to look!
I've been pretty apathetic/depressed/lonely/ennuied since I got to college. There was no reason for it. I just felt out of place and totally done with life. But then I got into a conversation with one of my new friends, and she actually had real problems, boys and friends and public embarrassment and even a true tragedy from the past. And it made me feel better for a while--first, because I had something to focus on, second, because her problems made sense and were things I thought I could help with, and third, because it reminded me I had no real reason to be so apathetically antipathic. This is a good strategy. Use it.
Back to kindergarten, boys and girls. Start thinking about your manners. Because the less respect you show, the less respect everyone is going to give you. It'll start with the quiet ones, the ones who can see everything. But eventually it'll move out until everyone knows you're a jerk.
This means, boys, stop talking about girls' butts in the hallway. Stop cussing out for no reason. Stop acting like jerks. Girls, same to you. BE RESPECTFUL.
It's actually true. Now, I'll admit, I wasn't one of those people all eager to leave home in the first place. I like my hometown, and I was happy with my life most the time there. But I had my moments. So when I came home for Labor Day, I realized something interesting--a bunch of stuff I thought I'd be glad to leave behind I was actually happy to see. I'd missed it, stuff like screaming children in church and my autistic brother yelling at everyone and calling them "punk."
I still don't miss the pee on the toilet seat. But at the same time, home is a good place to be, and after being away for a while, it's even nicer.
I hated when people said this. So I ended up learning it the hard way: through experience. I'll admit it now, I've actually hated college since I first started. I was out of place, I was alone, my classes bored me, and I didn't even know who I was in terms of this community.
But a funny thing happened on the first day of the third week--I suddenly felt OK. The campus was familiar. I knew some faces. I was comfortable and settled in, and suddenly able to open up and talk to people.
So it turns out those people are right. You just need some time to get through it. And in my case... I guess three weeks isn't bad.