So, my first year at Wellesley is over. Big sigh of relief. I didn't fail anything, and I actually got decent grades. I made some wonderful friends, but I didn't find a niche outside of the activities I engaged in. I studied some incredibly interesting things, and some not so interesting things (but mostly interesting things). I had a wonderful roommate, and I was very lonely. I learned that my time management skills suck. I was the darling of the music department (or at least Marion Dry), and then when I asked for more, I fell from grace. I met some wonderful alums, and some alums that make me wish I was not and had had never been associated with Wellesley. I spent a lot of time in my room. My sleep schedule went crazy. I did too much. I didn't do enough. I didn't meet any potential love interests. Mr Darcy still only resides within the pages of P&P. I didn't read more than 2 books for pleasure, if that many. I missed my family. I cried a lot.
Yeah. Wellesley isn't sitting too well in my memory right now.
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::hugs::
I don't have anything in particular invested in Wellesley itself, but I hope you can at least think fondly of the fun times with the pit (drama notwithstanding...). When you get back, I promise to make you something delicious.
That being said, yeah, I know what you mean. The first year is always messy, and the ups and downs of a new situation like college often turn out to be far more contoured and violent than we expect. For what it's worth, I advise you to hang in there; Wellesley is as good a place as any to get that all-important college education in a fun liberal-arts environment, and as you get more used to the place (and climb the totem pole a bit) you'll find that some of the messy bits smooth out on their own and that you learn how to smooth others out yourself.
Let me know if there's anything substantial I can do to help beyond than blather about abstractions on your blog's comments page.
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