I have thus far completed my first year at university. The year has been filled with late night study sessions, midnight visits to school and a lot of nights out with my classmates. It has been an adventure I never thought a school could give me. My group of friends from school and I have been to our fair share of sittings, and above all, the most fun is the dressing up. We have been cowboys, gangsters, colorful carnival people and even had elegant black tie events. Two things I believe college students know how to do best, is party and pass a two month course in less than a week.
Above stress, bliss has been the mental state of too many nights. The normalization of drinking on regular weekdays, or coming hungover to school, or even starting school in the middle of the afternoon, things that is normally frowned upon. College gives you those few years to try what you want, does it work, does this feel right, is this really me. You get a feel of not only what you want to do but of who you want to be, but the person you are in college, is not the person you will be for the rest of your life. This person only reflects the things that the person you become dared to try before settling for what you think you are.
A new semester is about to start, and it is our turn to guide the newcomers. Even though they will all be older or the exact same age as me, but most likely a lot older. This first year was just getting our feet wet, I am looking forward to what more I am willing to let myself do. From being a very restricted person I more than hope that I will dare myself to do whatever it takes to find the person I am going to be.