May 12th-June 5th
Here we are, Part 2 of my snippet of life. Quick recap of Part 1, I ended up leaving to go home to recover from my oh so painful strep throat. So did I end up not taking my finals you may ask? Unfortunately no. But, the Office of Student Success was very helpful in rescheduling my finals for when I felt better, which was much appreciated.
After my finals were done I spent about a week or so at home, and then packed up one more time to move back to school,
- The family tree is more than an alternate universe that doesn’t make sense. It is a way of life.
- You know everyone in the house by name
- You know the honorary residents by name and preferred couch
- You contributed to the atrocity that is the kitchen sink
- Any noise/unusual occurrence was because of the ghost
- Even though you constantly denied there being a ghost
- You have left stuff in the living room including, but not limited to laptops, phones, chargers, books, mugs and school supplies
- But also you have complained about the mess in the living room
- You know who’s in the shower by their singing voice
- Speaking of singing,
I’m a senior this year and my friends and I really wanted to live off campus in a house. After months of trying to find a suitable place that was big enough for six people we decided to do on-campus housing registration. We now are all happily living in the townhouses, and there are some unexpected perks even though I initially felt like I was missing out not living off-campus.
No splitting bills
One of the biggest issues of living off campus is managing paying bills and rent. If you’re living with a large group then making sure everyone pays for everything on time can get time consuming and it can cause tensions within the group as well if one person isn’t keeping up with payments.
It’s 9pm on a Tuesday. “Can I cook a turkey burger in the microwave?” I hear my roommate ask me from the kitchen of our Rashford Hall apartment.
Though I’m not entirely sure the answer, I let her know it’s probably best to use the stove. I hear a sigh, and the sound of her putting the frozen turkey burger box back into the freezer. In hindsight, this exchange may represent the daily trials and tribulations associated with living in an apartment for the first time. Let’s be honest, when it’s a Tuesday night and you’re neck deep in readings,
I pass my old dorm, wondering how I haven’t yet walked into it, swiped in, and taken the stairs to the third floor like I did all of last year. I walk around campus actually knowing where all of my classes are. I am already a part of organizations on campus and actually ran parts of Welcome Week and the Student Union Board table at the activities fair instead of just walking around enjoying all that the school has to offer.
– The Beatles, ‘Back In The USSR’
Finish my summer job: check. Unpack my posters, clothing, and food: check. Spend hours putting together my IKEA furniture: check. Buy my schoolbooks: …almost check.
And just like that, summer is officially over. Classes are back in session and campus is bustling. Before you know it, you’ll be back in the swing of getting up early, going to classes, savoring free periods, and seeing your friends in the Barbelin courtyard.
For those who are new to SJU, whether you’re a freshman or a transfer,
“I feel like such an adult.”
So I said yesterday, while in the process of buying a mouse trap.
At what point did it become an “adult” thing to have to deal with mice in your apartment? Adulthood should be associated with having pro-actively cleaned counters and secured food, not with spending 9 dollars on a reactive solution to a mouse emergency. Adulthood should be associated with taking responsibility for preventing bad situations, not just for responding to them when they pop up.
Undergraduate college students are placed in a strange box between childhood and adulthood.
College can be a big transition for most, if not all, people making the big leap. Looking back a year later since I moved into Villiger 338, I can honestly say that the only feelings I can remember were excitement to move into my own, new space (and to decorate it however I pleased) and the sadness of leaving my friends and family.
Now I’m a sophomore (woah) and the same emotions are consuming my body just like last year.
However, I would say that there are a lot of differences. Freshman year you’re more consumed with freaking out over the location of your classes,
As Dorothy realized in the Wizard of Oz, there is no place like home. Your hometown will always be there for you to go back to. However, once you move to Hawk Hill, you will find a new family and a new home. Nine months out of the year that I am on campus, I consider my dorm room home. I started to call my dorm room home after I personalized it to make it unique.