YAY! Spring break is almost here! I can’t wait to go home. I really love it here at BG, but I’m really excited to see my family, boyfriend and friends from home again.
Archive for February, 2011
Wow! Have I been busy! I’m really loving second semester so far. I’m really busy, which I see as a good thing. My classes are going well, and I’m counting the days till spring break. (17 in case you’re wondering!) I’m in a learning community, Partners in Context and Community, which is a living and learning community that is housed mainly in Kohl Hall. It is for pre-service teachers who are interested in working in an urban area. I love PCC! I’m super involved in it. It’s nice to have friends who have similar goals. Part of PCC is having 50 hours of field placement every semester.
So the whole weekend has been revving up for Valentine’s Day! “Come make Valentine’s for your Falcon-tine!” And Outtakes has been filled with chocolates, candy hearts, stuffed animals and even roses. Yet another year I will spend single, but I definitely don’t view Valentine’s Day the way I did when I was younger.
On a bench outside of South Hall, in 20-degree weather, I sat, sobbing. My dad had just called to tell me the worst news I have heard in my life: my baby, my 15-year-old Pomeranian, Chickie, had just been put down. Logically, I knew she was old, I knew she was sick and getting sicker. I knew it was coming, but I couldn’t take knowing that I wasn’t there. To make it worse, I was supposed to go home Saturday for someone’s birthday party. My dad called on Thursday.
You know that thing that dogs do when they don’t understand something? When they perk their ears up and cock their head to one side, one ear parallel with the ground? That’s about the way my friend and I looked when we arrived at my car the weekend after the big snowstorm. Utterly confused about how to retrieve my car from the two feet of solid snow and ice surrounding it.
So we’re in the fourth week of school and I’m beginning to feel stressed. I realize that I have been saying that I was going to go to the Counseling Center for months now, but I haven’t. As I am lying in bed I decided to check my e-mail (which I receive straight to my phone). One of the many e-mails is from campus notes. As I skim through the many events I notice one discussing the Counseling Center.
Sometime during high school, I signed up for text alerts from my local news station. Snow days were few and far between, but I always held out hope for them. I drove twenty and some minutes in morning traffic to get to school every morning, which became thirty and some minutes in bad winter weather. I’d wake up at five some winter mornings to see if an alert had been sent to my phone. Had school been canceled? Could I shut off my alarm and sleep all morning? I was usually disappointed. This morning, I woke up to one of those messages.
Being an African-American in a predominantly white institution, I felt I needed to find some way to fit in with “my people.” I decided joining a sorority would be the best way to do so.
So, I am sure that at this point we have all seen the preview for that new horror movie, “The Roommate.” You know, the one where this girl Sara gets a random roommate, Rebecca, who seems nice and they start off as friends. But then Rebecca ends up being totally psycho and obsessive, and starts to target people in Sara’s life. Yeah, that movie! Well… I am here to say that is generally not how the random roommate process ends up!
“I AM GOING TO COLLEGE!” There is no greater thrill than realizing that it is your time to go to college. Friends, fun and a chance to get away. However, I think that most incoming college freshman don’t realize that college is not all sunshine and rainbows. It is work, a full time job. Yet, I still love college, love being away from home and consequently, BG has almost become my home away from home.