Laying here in my bed (also referred to by many as a vortex - and by many, I mean Erica Winters) and reflecting on my college experiences have led me to the decision that I want to blog about my life in college. Or part of it, as I’m not disclosing everything that goes on in my life. It has also led me to the decision that my college experience thus far has not only been a unique one, but a great one.
Where but on a college campus, are you never alone and when you are, you are so excited that you literally can’t decide what to do in this rare moment (Burn notice? Sleep? Burn notice? Sleep?). Where but on a college campus can you form such a tight relationship with your housefellow (RA for all you non-Wisco students) and still go out to lunch with him/her the following year? Where but on a college campus can you like a boy who makes out with four other girls on your floor in one night and then realize, hey, maybe this boy isn’t the one for you (with many following awkward encounters). Where but on a college campus can you go out five out of seven nights while finding time to get your other responsibilities out of the way? (Yes, I said other. I consider going out a responsibility in college).
I have created a home away from home here. Yes, I know that’s a cliché and the one major rule they teach you in the Journalism school (aside from that the passive voice is the vain of the writer’s existence) is to stay away from clichés. But it’s true.
So, I’m excited to maintain this blog, not only to inform my friends who are abroad on what’s going on in my life (because let’s face it, they’re definitely sitting there thinking about it), but also to reflect on my college experiences and what makes them mine.
Side note: my roommate (shout out to Emily Eaton) said people may construe my comment in the parenthesis as cocky if they didn't know me, but hopefully you guys know me and aren't random people just following my blog (however, random people are welcome) and know that I am totally joking.
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