Ok look, we get it. We’re in college now. The world of dining halls, Greek Row, and overpriced apparel has finally been opened to us – some have been slightly more enjoyable than others. I’m absolutely positive that coming into this we all had at least a smidge of trepidation. I’m also positive that there was a point back in August where you actually woke up on time for your 8 A.M. However, it was inevitable that those good times would come crashing down at some point. That little jolt at the beginning of the day that would tell you to get on out of bed and actually make it – what’s the word? – early to your classes is no longer. For some that feeling may have lasted up until the first week of September, while for others it may have somehow managed to remain for the entire semester. But no more. Gone are the days where those pointy gold balloons were up at Commons, vanished are the times where you said you’d go to the gym, only to find out that the Commons gym is almost always crowded and the Rec is just so far away. Remember that book we had to read before coming here? Remember Visions groups??? Those weekly icebreaker meetings are only specks in the rearview mirror now. In thinking about and writing this article I dug deep into the memory vault to pull out bits and pieces from the blur of the first few weeks. All those times where you were meeting new people and having to repeatedly say your name, where you’re from, and what your major is, all look like such a cloudy mix of names and faces now. Was it just me, or did we all have those people that we talked to a lot during the first few weeks, and now you just don’t even acknowledge each other at all when you see them? Remember that time you went to Roth with Whatshisface? Yeah, he doesn’t either. However, if it wasn’t for that time, we wouldn’t have found those whom we’ve come to love. It was the names and faces of those people that we somehow remembered and kept saying hi to, until eventually we found ourselves sticking to each other more and more. One of the biggest differences I’ve personally noticed from this and last semester has been the familiarity with which we now live our lives. It feels like we spent at least half of the Fall searching for the reasons why we belong here, trying to dig a foothold in our upward climb, but after coming back from Winter Break I believe we’ve gotten to a point where we can at least begin to claim this place as a something of a landmark on our lives’ roadmaps.
Goodbye football, hello baseball. One of the things that I certainly know I’m most excited for is the return of America’s pastime, a game so fine it’s played on a diamond. The coming of Spring heralds the arrival of the best sport ever conceived: baseball. Quite possibly one of the most successful aspects of this school remains the Vandy Boys, who have jumped out to a 10-3 record to start the season. I must admit, The Hawk is a lot easier on the eyes than FirstBank.
We know where things are now. Yay? No more guessing where the heck a Furman is, and (hopefully) no more getting lost in the Stevenson labyrinth. We also now know where to go in order to find a more favorable meal. Rand definitively has the best breakfast and lunch, while Roth and Zeppos house the best dinner. Runner up for all three of these categories: The Highland Munchie Mart.
Who the heck were those people? While on the topic of eating, I’ve found it particularly interesting the social rhythm of who and when we get meals with. When things were first starting out I feel as if there was a much wider variety of people we would ask to go to dinner. The net we were trying to cast was so large that there was a point where even I, a complete and total introvert scared of people, asked some random person at Commons if I could sit with them. It was a very odd time. I understood none of what was going on, but what else is new?
Our time in college started rapidly, scarily, and thus far has just been one thing after the next. First it was orientation weekend, then it was settling into our classes, then it was our first midterms, then it was fall break, and before you knew it finals week brought it all to a close. Coming into the second semester, we no longer had those cushiony first few weeks where we could stop to oooh and aaah at every single booth at the club fair. We got back from Winter Break and immediately got thrown in the deep end of Cornelius’ pool. It felt like only 13 days had gone by before midterms started showing up and we were once again in an all-too-familiar panic. With Spring Break right around the corner it’s as if our sprint to the end of freshman year is coming into the home stretch. It’s been an interesting year, and it doesn’t look like it’s going to be letting up anytime soon.