I know. I know. I am supposed to be writing to thin air about my oopsy daisy of a second year of college, but some small things have occurred. I tutor Biology (I know…Biology…)on Monday and Tuesday nights at one of the residential halls here at UT and we happen to have had a fire alarm. During this alarm, I ran into one of the girls I met during my freshman year here at UT. I hadn’t seen her in TWO YEARS. She is now an RA and is still that jovial, quirky, smart girl I knew in my all girl freshman dorm of nerds and sluts. Again, excuse my language. That’s what it was, though. You were either smart, or you were in college for your M.R.S. degree, but who’s judging? Teehee. ANYWAYS, we got to talking. She is still in Dean Scholar’s, an honors program for Natural Sciences, and is still Pre-Med. We caught up in the quick 15 minutes we had before we rushed off to cram information into our heads that we had been avoiding. This brief conversation reminded me what my freshman year was like and my heart sank a little. I was that home-sick only child who didn’t go to frat parties on Friday nights (went a few times and that was enough…) but had movie nights where we crowded on one twin sized bed and watched movies until 4 am only to help the drunk MRS’s up the stairs to their dorms next door. I hung out with the girls who were flippin’ WEIRD and I loved it! We stayed in and kept our heads in the books. We were social but only when school allowed it. I will never forget the night that my old friend and I pulled an all nighter for a Chemistry exam. We could barely walk to our classes the next day but we aced that exam with flying colors. I miss that. I miss sacrificing hygiene for the sake of an A. Trust me, it is worth it. I miss giggling in front of a computer screen chat rouletting really creepy people because it took too much effort to go clubbing or partying. Apparently you have to look cute. Like do I really have to shave my legs?
The funny thing is what I miss the most was enjoying being alone. I have always been alone. I mean come on! I AM an only child. I miss being alone, but never losing my social skills. That can actually happen, you know!? I feel like because I have been social, I have lost my social skills I once had. They weren’t too shabby if I may say so myself. So before I go off to cram 200 pages of information into my head in about 4 hours, yes, it can be done, WATCH ME, I will say this: I regret trying to experience college for the sake of the experience. What is it worth if you’re just stuck in a cubicle anyways? Now it’s time to get back to bidness. HOLLA.