From the day my parents dropped me off up here at school I knew things were going to be different. I was still upset about leaving my friends and family and mad at myself for letting a dumb senior boy wrap me around his finger so easily. Although I had a crazy, unexpected, raging two weeks before I packed up, I thought I was going to go even crazier than I did my senior year and the following summer. I was right for the first two weeks. Luckily my professors understood that the first two weeks of college for freshman does not consists of any critical thinking higher than what we were going to wear that night to get shwasted! The first two weeks were a blur. I couldn't tell you what day I went to which frat party or what I wore on which day. I guess that's how its suppose to be. But HEY, I survived with only a couple bruises and no MIP, yes!
Im a freshman at the University of Colorado attempting to double major in Communications and Journalism hopefully to one day be in public relations or become an agent. I am obsessed with fashion as well so dont be surprised if readers find some posts about the new up coming styles or what I'm obsessed with at the moment!
Sunday, October 9, 2011
The beginning of my NEW beginning
Hello, Hello blogging world! Right now I should be preparing an essay template for my communications mid-term tomorrow but instead I decided to make a blogger account so I could share my college experience with those who cared. College has not what I thought it was going to be at all! In high school I wasn't the most popular girl but everyone knew who I was and I was friendly with most of the people in my graduating class of 500. I had so much self confidence and a great core group of friends as well as a super supportive family who prayed for me everyday. I loved to live up the weekends and i studied hard during the week. I guess you could say I was the poster-child for the saying, "work hard, play hard." I definitely was not the easiest child to bring up because i was always rebelling and getting myself into trouble because "I had to learn for myself." Bad decision on my part because I could have spent my senior year spring break with my friends instead I was stuck at home for a whole week because I decided to get way too drunk and on top of it, come home. Now looking back on it, i think it has helped me make better decision for these 7 weeks I have been up at school.
From the day my parents dropped me off up here at school I knew things were going to be different. I was still upset about leaving my friends and family and mad at myself for letting a dumb senior boy wrap me around his finger so easily. Although I had a crazy, unexpected, raging two weeks before I packed up, I thought I was going to go even crazier than I did my senior year and the following summer. I was right for the first two weeks. Luckily my professors understood that the first two weeks of college for freshman does not consists of any critical thinking higher than what we were going to wear that night to get shwasted! The first two weeks were a blur. I couldn't tell you what day I went to which frat party or what I wore on which day. I guess that's how its suppose to be. But HEY, I survived with only a couple bruises and no MIP, yes!
My best friend ashlyn and I , im in the red skirt! High school best friends turned into college best friends. I would do anything for this girl
From the day my parents dropped me off up here at school I knew things were going to be different. I was still upset about leaving my friends and family and mad at myself for letting a dumb senior boy wrap me around his finger so easily. Although I had a crazy, unexpected, raging two weeks before I packed up, I thought I was going to go even crazier than I did my senior year and the following summer. I was right for the first two weeks. Luckily my professors understood that the first two weeks of college for freshman does not consists of any critical thinking higher than what we were going to wear that night to get shwasted! The first two weeks were a blur. I couldn't tell you what day I went to which frat party or what I wore on which day. I guess that's how its suppose to be. But HEY, I survived with only a couple bruises and no MIP, yes!
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