This post is dedicated to my friends, and all the new people this year that have been a part in my journey.
By the first day of classes, I had already made over 20+ friends that I could say hello to on the sidewalk. And that, was because of my decision to move in early for the bridge program.
We shared our stories through narrative essays, we shared our nerves about starting college, and we all had a mental breakdown of some sort during those 2 weeks.
I want to stop right here, and reflect. When I started college I was not expecting to stay. I mean, stay here. I was not expecting to become connected to the school, and the people, so soon. [Many of you remember my goal to stay for one year (my mother's wish) and then go to school down south.] I also, was not prepared for the amount of goodbye's I had said by the middle of my freshman year.
Our school is not for everyone. Something I was not expecting to learn about my college decision- was that this school is meant for those who know what they want to do with their life. Like- who does? This school is for people that just "knew" they were going to be child life specialists and have known since they were little that teaching is their calling. It is driven for helping professions- teaching, child life, social work, juvenile justice, etc. This has not affected me. I am drawn to social work, and my school has one of the best programs.
I had to say a lot of goodbye's this year, because my friends were realizing where they fit as well. The small campus size- not for everyone. I thought it was not going to be for me, but it turns out it is helping me to shine, to stand out. Living on campus, or out-of-state is not for everyone either.
Within my first semester I had 2 friends (different scenarios) who withdrew from school, so they could receive mental health treatment. I praise their decisions to do so. It is a tricky decision when your health is rocky. Do I leave school, or do I stay and risk things getting worse? They are both doing amazing now.
My "dream" roommate, decided she was gong to commute her second semester to save money. I miss living with her. It was just easy. It was sad to see her half of the room empty. Things have worked out, though. She is forever my original "roomie" and I still get ultra excited when I see her in the campus center.
I feel blessed to be at a school where the students cheer each other on, and are respectful, and always willing to learn new ways of thinking.
I met some of my friends just by them approaching me as strangers, to compliment me after hearing my bridge essay read aloud. Now, I eat dinner with those people.
A moment that still stands out to me is when a girl in my class expressed her presentation anxiety. I, of course, could relate to. She had never given a presentation in her life because she always had accommodations. She gave her first presentation in our class, and everybody clapped and congratulated her and I just felt so much happiness for her, and to be a part of a community like that which gives everyone room for growth.
There are always the flaws, and the drama you hear about from being on a small campus. You meet people and question their people skills, and sometimes you have to ask yourself "how old are we here?" It is in class, where I forget about that. My courses touch upon big ideas, and current life events, and I am always thinking deeply. It is in class, where everyone is reminded why they chose this school in the first place. A school whose message is to "inspire a world of good" and asks us if we are "tough enough" to do so. There are always those little things that take you back, but you get back up by focusing on a study you are passionate about.
3 of my friends are not returning next year. This makes me sad because we are all so close, but I support their choices and we plan to stay in touch as our journeys take us in different directions.
My best friend this year, worked in our marketing office. She left a few weeks ago to return to her old job. My campus counselor, being this year's intern, was another "goodbye" that had to be said. And my first social work professor is retiring, and we were her last "intro" class.
Those are 3 more people I have connected to this year.
I guess I have not adjusted to this part of life. High school graduation is one thing, but every day we meet people and are unaware of how they may impact us. This isn't a sad thing. You take what you can from people. It's hard to go a day without those who made you feel good, but the point is you can go on without them.
I have learned this year that sensitivity is a part of me, and I am learning to see it as a strength rather than a weakness. College has allowed me to embrace more people in my life, and I am very attached to the feeling I get when they inspire, or motivate me.
Thank to all of my new friends that have stood by me this year. I look forward to seeing many of you again in the Fall.
and now, I am ready for a laid-back summer break
A Boston social work student, using writing for healing. Sharing the peaks and valleys of an empath's mental health journey.