Well, I’m finally getting back to the keyboard. It’s been a crazy couple of weeks. What with midterms and wanting to pull my hair out. It’s a daily struggle: making myself wake up early in the morning to go to class and finding the motivation to do my homework or study for that test. I find myself thinking of the many clichés I have heard as an upcoming freshman.

“College is an adventure.”

“These are some of the best years of your life.”

“You will meet your lifelong friends here.”

And the most frightening one…

“Don’t spend all of your time hiding in your room and watching Netflix. Go out and have fun.”

Well let me clear some things up. Here is the definition of adventure according to dictionary.com.

Adventure: noun

1. an exciting or very unusual experience.

2. participation in exciting undertakings or enterprises: the spirit of adventure.

3. a bold, usually risky undertaking; hazardous action of uncertain outcome.

Does this sound like college? Let’s see.

 

I went to my first college football game in the pouring rain. We had to buy cheap rain jackets at Walmart the night before. It was interesting. It was also weird at first because I didn’t know what was going on, but my friend Emma (the one taking the selfie above) quickly explained everything to us. I now know all the chants, hand motions, and alma mater. I still know nothing about football.

 

Also, after another late night Walmart run, we came back to our dorm and made pancakes. At 11 o’clock at night. And yes they had to have orange chocolate chips. That was fun…and delicious.

I wish I could type out all of my adventures word by word, but sadly no one would want to read all of that. So I will summarize.

I have walked to Chili’s with my friends late one night after a football game. We were all delirious off of the energy of the game and our lack of sleep.

I have run for my life, quite literally, as my new found friend Justin chased me down and stuck me with a sticker, killing me in our dorm wide game of “Assassins.”

My friends have slept on the floor of my dorm room in our attempt at a sleepover.

We have had many a movie night and I am sure we will have many more. My friend Rachel had never seen Star Wars! We quickly fixed that.

We have been politely reminded to be quiet in the room because people were trying to sleep more times than I can count. Mostly because we had gotten to that point in the night where everything is funny and we could not stop laughing.

I have met so many people and made so many friends. I have ventured out of my comfort zone and discovered it is way more fun there. Sure it’s scary at first; doing anything new and different is scary. You feel awkward. You feel like everyone is staring at you and judging your every move. But they’re not. And if they are, who cares? College is risky. Living on your own, away from your parents, is risky. Life is risky. But if you don’t take those risks you aren’t really living. You won’t really learn anything about yourself. And you definitely won’t have fun.

Now I will admit, I’ve had my fair share of Netflix marathons in my pajamas all holed up in my room. And there’s nothing wrong with that. But I’ve also had my fair share of adventures. And I can’t wait to have more!