So, I'm so happy it's the first day of fall.
Everytime
it comes around I get this feeling, I don't know how to explain it, but
with each season I have this sense about me that is only there when
it's around.
I love the cool air where it's not too cold and the changing leaves. I also especially love the crisp air; it's so refreshing.
It's also a reminder of change and new beginnings in a way.
I still remember freshman year - I felt like nothing more than an ID#, another insignificant individual in a sea of people.
I went from knowing everyone and people knowing me to knowing a few people and no people up there knowing me.
It was discomforting.
I wouldn't say I was naive, I had a general idea of college, but I wasn't so into getting out there.
I didn't know so many people and stuck to the friends I knew from home and my third roomie, Michele.
My best friends were all far away or back home, so it was time to readjust.
This year, however, I know where I fit.
I've found my niche, I've established myself.
I realized this walking back to West passing through the parking lot behind ESS.
I'm
truly comfortable here and I find it to be such a shame that other
people can't love or decide to find a love for this school.
It is what you make of it [that applies through and through].
I once again am someone [I never meant I wasn't anyone in an emo sense, btw, just a school sense] and have a place to be.
I
have branched out. Passing so many people just to say hi. The amount of
people that ask to hang out or eat lunch with is astounding.
I love each and every moment of it.
I love that in such large classes, despite being an ID number, you can meet someone new each and every day.
I have become involved and reestablished positions of leadership.
I still do what I love and hang out with the original crew [SHOUT OUT, HOMIES] while retaining so much more.
I have grown apart and grown even stronger with the same people.
I have learned that people will pull the unexpected and to play your part and if it doesn't work, realize it, and go on living,
but never forget what you had and don't be angry or resentful. [Never regret something that once made you smile].
I have learned that to accept the best and worst of my friends and that of myself.
I have
learned that your real friends are your backbone and are there for you
always, no matter what, and always believe in your dreams --- even if
your parents don't.
I am not longer the mentored but the mentor.
I can actually help people and, it's so dorky but true, I love the feeling.
I have a job on campus and I love it and the people.
I have an apartment and I can cook for myself [I know, funny, right!].
I have become more independent than I was and I love it.
I have experienced the different styles of living.
I am getting to know professors.
The
large classes have pushed me to establish myself as a TA to get to know
the professors and other people [though the outcome of my grades has
become so-so].
I want people to want to be involved and establish themselves.
I want people to love this school as much as I do...
to never want to leave on weekends...
to never want to transfer...
to want to still play what they love for fun...
to take risks and defy the stereotypes and prove people wrong [like that of Greek life]...
to never second guess...
to help the freshmen settle in...
I want people to know Stony like the back of their palm...
I
want them to know the beauty of the spring and summer here, the crisp
and chill beauty of the fall and the cold, solemn beauty of the
winter...
I want people to call it home by accident, because, in truth, it has become so.
This is my Stony Brook; it has helped me - I am no longer an ID#.
XOXO. Betta.
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