06/14/13 - Last Day of Freshman Year!
DAAAAAAAAAANGGGGGGG! Where has the time gone?! I can’t believe I’m no longer a freshman! My first year of college has been quite the experience.
I remember waving to my family as they walked away from me and left me at Anacapa Hall. I was devastated because at that very moment I knew I had no family to see me through the 9 months here. I’m not going to lie, I cried like a baby. Family means a lot to me and them not being remotely close was just too much to think about at the time. I only hung out with Vicky and Trinh for a good majority of the first quarter.
But eventually, I started to open up more. I made new friends everyday and became close to the girls on the floor. I started loving every second of life because of my RA’s motto.
I’m really thankful to have found a group of girls that I can be weird with and they’ll still love me haha Of course there were plenty of times where I felt like certain situations would never end, but they did. Eventually things got better like people always say. I honestly cannot imagine what my life would be like today if I hadn’t chosen SB. I love everything about SB - how chill everyone is, the fact that we work hard but party harder, the beautiful weather, the beautiful people etc. Of course I changed a tad bit, but only to become a better person. I learned new things about myself and the world around me. SB has allowed me to become a more independent person and more appreciative of my family.
When my mom came home from work (at around 9 like always), she looked through the photo album my sisters had complied for me whenever I felt homesick. When my mom turned to the page with all the baby pictures of Kary and me, that’s when it finally hit her. We’re not babies anymore, we’re on our way to being adults. She started crying about how happy her heart is and how proud she is of everything we’ve accomplished. It was weird because I’ve never see my mom cry, never. Seeing her cry made us cry. She went on to talk about how she couldn’t take care of us when we were little because she always had to work to provide and that’s why my sisters became our “moms”, and that she was sorry for missing out on everything. I told her “Momma, don’t cry” and wiped away her tears. It was a very surreal moment. It made me even more motivated to work hard for my parents.