On my hour long drive to school I was reminiscing about the last four years and how unexpected and unplanned they were. I have just completed my second week of my last semester of college and it is strange to think this chapter is coming to a close.
When I graduated high school I had high hopes of how college would turn out. I was ready for the new adventures and excited for 'the best years of my life.' I think in my mind I would meet Mr. Right, create friends that would define my adulthood, life with my closest friends, and have crazy wild memories of all the fun times we had together. But of course, these didn't happen...at least not how they should in my mind. I guess I shouldn't be surprised, because like I've mentioned before, my life never follows the norms.
My freshman year started out great. I was never homesick. I met a lot of people and had a lot of fun. It was an adventure and I was having a blast. About half way through, things started to go downhill. I had a pretty bad roommate who disappeared in the middle of each semester. (I still have no idea where she went.) I also had my first, somewhat serious, relationship. It ended horribly. So bad that it took me the rest of the school year and the entire summer to fully recover. (The relationship wasn't horrible because it was my first broken heart. It was horrible because he had changed how I viewed myself and it was in a very negative way.)
My sophomore year got better. I had a roommate that was actually a good friend. We had a lot of fun together, but her degree sent her to a different school where her degree could be completed. I became more active and rushed Delta Sigma Pi, a business fraternity and Gamma Alpha Lambda, a Christian sorority. During this year I also embarked on another relationship. The outcome was obviously not good and resulted in me to ward off boys all together...at least for a little while. (Long enough to say that this was my last relationship to date, but I've become more open to the thought of dating again, when the time is right.)
My junior year went downhill even more. I moved off campus and had high hopes for apartment living. The decorating, the new living environment, it was all so exciting! However, I ended up moving in with some friends (more of acquaintances) who are a couple (boy/girl). They were controlling and I felt very out of place. I pretty much lived in my bedroom and only came out to get something to eat or to leave for class. And of course, when I moved out at the end of the year, they were not happy. (Too bad!)
Then summer came. It was the summer my entire world changed. My dad was diagnosed with cancer. You can read the post here. The following year, my senior year, I moved back home and commuted 2 days a week for class. I stayed as a full time student and took care of my dad the days I didn't have class. With only taking 12 hours for the last 2 semesters, it pushed me back a little and I am now on my 3rd semester as a senior. (No big deal.) Then the summer after my dad was diagnosed, his younger brother died in a freak accident. Both of these situations have proved how fragile life is and how much it is taken for granted.
I'm not really sure why I am sharing all these personal details of the last four years of my life. The events that happened in these four years were not what I had in mind four years ago, but there is a little part in me that is thankful for these years. I may not have found my person and I may not have created a solid group of college friends, but I did meet some incredible people who I know I will be friends with for a lifetime. I am thankful I have maintained my high school friends throughout these years, which is often difficult to do. And there still holds hope to find my person in the next stage of my life...if not found by December. (Haha--who am I kidding!)
In all, these years are unforgettable. These years hold the biggest impact to my life. These years have molded me to who I am today.
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