20/20: Freshman Fall

It seems as though every elder I've ever met has spewed the "hindsight is 20/20" wisdom on me. Even when I get tired of hearing it, I have to take that step back and realize that it really holds true no matter what the situation. 

This first semester of college has been nothing less than a whirlwind, a tidal pool of one hundred and one things happening all at once. Too bad it wasn't one hundred and one dalmatians - that would have been much easier to manage. 

Within the first month of school I had gotten a new roommate, joined two dance teams, and met some really cool people. I learned that one of my close friends owns a non-profit, that even good dining hall food can get boring, and that you can, and you will, take fast showers no matter how long you used to indulge at home. 

The first semester was really unique for me, because I found out that college is a heck of a lot harder than high school, despite the many students who would disagree with that fact. I've never had so much control over when I sleep, when I wake up, and what I make out of my day. I took classes that pushed my limits and encouraged me to pursue things I'm interested in, like Jane Austen. *cue the chorus of sighs and distaste for the poor old lady*

On the other hand, I took a linguistics class that explored how children learn language. I had thought about a linguistics major, and decided completely AGAINST it, but somehow I have still managed to refer back to knowledge from that class, especially with my one-year-old cousin and my little sister, who is just starting to learn her foreign language (Spanish) in school. I guess even unexpected things can be useful once in a while.

This post doesn't have a ton of substance to it, and I know I'm kind of rambling about a whole lot of nothing which you may, or may not, care about one bit. I guess all I have to say is that I'm on my way, and it's going to be an awesome ride.