First Year vs. Last Year
What a ride it has been.
As I begin my final semester, I can honestly say I loved every minute of it and don’t regret anything in college. I feel like that is a great thing to be able to say looking back on my four years here.
It was not only four years of learning in the classroom, but learning about myself as well.
I was a little 18-year-old kid fresh out of a huge high school in a huge town who took a shot on Angelo State based on its reputation as a smaller school in a smaller community.
I wanted to experience the culture here because it was the exact opposite of what I grew up with for the last 18 years. I can remember not using campus services and resources to their fullest when I first got here because I was young and dumb.
For instance the café — that place was absolutely amazing to go eat at, now that I look back. But I would pass it up to go spend money on fast food because it tasted better. Gah, I was so dumb, in my opinion, just because of that.
I learned a lot my first year, though, like what happens when you don’t go to class, when you go to class and you’re not sober from the night before, and when you decide to not do your assignments. Basically, I did everything wrong my freshman year because I could get away with it. I don’t have an exact reason why I decided to be a dumb young student, but whatever the reason, I got it out of my system and moved on from there.
I’m tired. That sums up this year for me.
In my opinion, I have done and seen it all in college and I’m honestly tired.
I’ve had four years of partying, learning in class, late-night study sessions, taking care of a dog and taking care of a girlfriend.
Let me tell ya, it is exhausting, but if I could go back to little ole 18-year-old me, I wouldn’t change a single thing about my college life.
Your last year is really cool actually, because I didn’t realize how mature I became. Watching my friends (younger than me) go out and party every night and I haven’t even consider going along is unheard of. Or at least to my younger self it is.
I can watch the younger students make decisions that I used to make as well. I don’t know how to explain it, honestly — I think you will all kind of see what I mean when you get to your senior year. It is like watching a repeated cycle, I guess — every year we get new students here and every year they all make the same dumb decisions or act the same way as the ones who came the year before them.
First year vs. last year is a maturity comparison, in my opinion. I always think about the crazy stuff I did back in the day and use what I have learned and try to enlighten my friends who are a little younger than me.