It’s interesting to think back to earlier times. When I was a high school senior, I thought I knew it all. Now, as a college graduate, I realize that I seriously overestimated myself.
I grew up living a sheltered life. I played sports, took AP classes, and never partied. I was in for a rude awakening when I started my freshman year of college.
As a freshman, the world is your oyster. I was thrilled. I would finally meet people who were like me, had the same interests as me, and could be my lifelong friends. But on a campus of 34,000 people, I didn’t know where to start.
I had heard that sororities would give you sisterhood, so I started there. Unfortunately, I did not know how brutal the process was. Going into college is a vulnerable time, and I wanted to be liked. When I went through recruitment, some of the sororities I liked didn’t like me back, which was devastating. I had thought my conversations with the girls went well and I went over and over what I said in my head, thinking what did I do wrong so that they didn’t want me. To an 18-year-old girl who just wanted to find her place, it was crushing.
Little did I know, the sororities had certain criteria for their members such as hair color, number of instagram followers, a friend of a member, and so on. It wasn’t me, it was them.
When the sorority thing didn’t work out, I went to intramural sports. I found a few friends there but during the year, we drifted apart. I was scared that I wouldn’t have any close friends. What I didn’t know is that the friends you make freshman year most likely won’t be your friends throughout college. During freshman year, people become friends with each other because they want friends, but eventually, they find people who share the same interests, hobbies, and majors and become good friends with them instead.
That happened to me. In my major, I found people who thought like I did and I felt like I found my place. Those were the happiest times I had in college. I would bring a box of pizza to class and share it with my friends, go on Starbucks study dates, and spend hours in the library laughing.
I finally found my place.