So This Is Second Semester

I’m just gonna give it to you straight: first semester of freshman year is an inaccurate representation of college. Everything is shiny and new, classes are the easiest they will ever be, everyone cuts you some slack because it’s your first time in college.

Second semester is a whole new ball game. I have only been a second semester freshman for about 3 weeks and so many of my first semester bubbles have already been bursted.

First major realization: classes actually mean something. My first semester psychology and art history classes had little to no effect on my future as a kick-butt business woman, but my understanding (and ultimately retainment) of microeconomics and business law are kinda important. Every course I am taking this semester is a graduation requirement like I’m talking more than just elective hours requirement. Also if I plan to double major with a minor, there is no room for error or lost hours: every moment (and grade) counts.

In August, the real world was 8 semesters away, now it’s 7(!!!). 7 semesters, that’s like at minimum 84 credit hours, which is like 28 classes, which is like totally not enough time for me to figure out what I want to do with my life. The words ‘internship’ and ‘job opportunities’ are starting to be thrown around and, let’s be honest, I have never been very good at catching things.

Next big epiphany: parties and bars are not as much fun as they were the first time around. By the end of last semester, I saw no wrong in going out on any day that ended in -day. But this semester, if you were to ask me to go out every night of the week, my first response would probably be, “But I have an 8 A.M.” followed by, “Fine, as long as I can wear sweatpants”. Like I’ve said before, it’s important to know when to slow your roll and so far this semester I have slowed way down, like almost under the speed limit slow. No worries my party people, I am by no means going off the party grid and becoming a dorm hermit this semester (sorry mom and dad). However, I have a feeling the library and I will become much better friends.

One plus to being a second semester freshman is that when I drove up to Oxford there was a campus full of familiar faces ready to greet me. Trust me friends make all the difference in the world in college. So I may have harder classes and I may spend less time out on the Square, but at least I have friends that I can cry with when we all have an inevitable mental breakdown.

So I have accepted that my first semester of freshman year will never happen again and that the rest of college is only going to continue to get more and more stressful, but it’s fine, I’m fine. At least I have some final college firsts to look forward to this semester: first homerun shower at a baseball game, first spring darty, first wild spring break (trust me that NYC mama/daughter trip is gonna be ~crazy~), first Double Decker Arts Festival, and so many other glorious spring semester experiences that I have yet to have.