College and Firsts

Since I came to MBBC, I have had a LOT of firsts. Actually, more firsts than I ever imagined having. But they have been incredible, and I have a lot of great memories because of those firsts.
When I said college has been a learning experience, I certainly wasn't kidding.

Some of these firsts may seem ridiculous, but they're parts of what shaped this time in my life.

With one exception, college was the first time I ate at Taco Bell. College was the first time I ate steak. College was the first time I had eaten pizza in years.

College was the first time I held a real gun, attempted skiing, and ate almost 15 wings at Bdubs, and then threw up.

College was the first time I seriously liked someone. College was the place where I discovered what I wanted to do in life. College is the first time I listened and now love country music.

College was the first time I bruised my tailbone. The first time I asked a guy out. The first I went tanning or dyed my hair.

College was the first time I did duet acting. The first time I wripped a ceiling, haha. The first time I got to drive anywhere farther than 2 1/2 hours away (that one was out of my control!).

College was the first time I went iceskating and tried rollerblading.

College was the place where I've had a number of all-nighters. College is what forced me to grow up. College is what taught me about myself and other people.

If I had to generalize "college" in only a statement, I'd call it one big human relations class that never ends.

I've also had a number of firsts since I attend a Christian college. But that's definitely another story . . .

I'll Take Math Homework for 500

It's true.

It's so utterly and terribly true.

Sometimes homework is just what I need at the time. My life has been filled with a dramatic overdose, and homework is just the thing to get my mind off of the current drama.

Unfortunately, it goes both ways. Or maybe fortunately? Sometimes drama even has it's tinge. Classes are just going badly, and drama is the perfect escape route. (Disclaimer--this tends to get a lot messier, however.)

The longer I'm at college, the more ironic I find life to be. Two things--that can be great and terrible--seem to switch roles on me all the time.

I don't claim to be dramatic. I also don't claim to be real academic. But sometimes, it's fun to be one or the other when the latter is driving me up a wall.

However, if I were forced to choose between the two . . . good grades, social life . . . I'd utterly fail . I love people and I love my relationships, but I'd disappoint myself and my parents, waste a heck of a lot of money, and have future regrets if I gave up studying. It's a game I can't win.

A good friend of mine once told me I had three options at college: social life, sleep, or studying. Oh, and I could only choose two.

Currently, I get little sleep, but that doesn't exactly mean I get good grades and have great relationships.

It all has to work out somehow, right?