Today, around 9 am, I officially finished my first semester of college. While ending it all with an 8 am Spanish final was less than ideal, I couldn't be happier it's over. And, if my calculations are correct (which they most likely AREN'T because I'm a PR major, and we don't do math), I should have somewhere between a 3.54-3.6 GPA. Which for a first semester freshman, isn't bad at all. While it may not be the 3.8 I was striving for, I know I worked for it, and I'm proud of it. I learned a lot this semester, in and out of the classroom (excuse the cliche). There were a lot of high ups, and some really low downs, but I wouldn't trade a moment of it for anything.
Everyone told me I would get to know myself better once I left for college, but truthfully, that's an understatement. For starters, I learned just how OCD I am. I have never made more organized to-do list, color coded calendars, or written more post-it notes in my entire life. If it's not written down, it's almost as if it isn't real to me. I type notes in class, but when i study I have to write them out. I thought I was a writer in the sense that I enjoyed writing. Turns out, I'm a writer, meaning one who
has to write. I'm excited to see where that will take me.
Another thing I learned is that I have no problem being a loner. Don't get me wrong, I have met some truly fabulous people this semester who I love and love to be around; but I'm just as happy standing alone as I am in a crowd. I watched so many friendships, relationships, and acquaintanceships fall apart this semester. Spending time alone give you a chance to reflect on who you surround yourself with, and how often. It makes a difference. A big one.
Overall, this semester was good for me and to me. It was a crash course in Growing Up 101 for sure. But if I can get through my first semester, I know I can make it through 7 more!