Once upon a time, I was a hyper-nervous,
mostly-confused freshman. College began socially: an honors freshman retreat,
campus ministry events, orientation. There were name tags, information fairs,
class schedules, then classes. Bible studies. Lunches with friends. Professors (who
were mostly cool). I survived first semester and winter break sadness and came
back to more classes and a horizon full of adventures. I changed, grew, embraced
spontaneity, tried new lattes, and assertively claimed my study spots on
campus. I made music, hugged a lot of people, tried out dating, tasted freedom.
Most importantly, I was brave.
Sophomore year?
Bring it on.
You should feel so proud of yourself for finishing this year looking forward to the next. They say Junior year is hard but I think freshman year is hardest since you have to get to know everyone and a new place. I loved this 100 words (;
ReplyDeleteThis is such a cool idea - stories in a 100 words! I'm glad Freshman year went well for you.
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