take a moment

As a kid, I was absolutely obsessed with Dr. Suess and his books. I found the colorful, vibrant pages with whimsical creatures and fluorescent lands to be a comfortable place to look upon under any occasion; They sparked my imagination. But that’s it—I would only ever look at the pictures. I never found reading the lines exciting, so I would skim through and look at the soft truffula trees and cringe at the green eggs and ham. As a freshman in college, I find that Suess’s words have a deeper connection with me. This quote, in particular, resonates with me. Oh, and disclaimer, I grew up thinking it is his quote, but it has never been proven, although, to me, it is his:

Life is too short to wake up in the morning with regrets. So, love the people who treat you right. Forgive the ones who don’t and believe that everything happens for a reason. If you get a chance. Take it. If it changes your life, let it. Nobody said it’d be easy. They just promised it would be worth it.” Unknown

I have read that quote quite a lot in the past few months here at Geneseo.

I have noticed that Greek life and partying are the two major activities you can do here as a student, and when you are into neither, it can get lonely. In general, everyone seemed to have found their group of friends to hang out with and go out with on move-in day. Almost everyone was open and welcoming; after about three weeks, that all went away. There is a Main Street as well, but being a college student, a low income makes shopping very different. Being able to balance life at home while living a new life here can sometimes be unbearable. I am lucky (I must say) to have been able to go home quite a few times while here. I have become quite accustomed to the train station in Rochester. Some of my other friends aren’t as fortunate; they wait until the holiday breaks. In truth, I envy them. I envy every person I have spoken to on campus who tells me they live eight hours away and can’t go home until Christmas. I envy the fact that they can stay emotionally stable for weeks. No familiar hugs from a loved one or looking out a car window to see the little village they passed by every day as a kid. I always make myself up to be a person who keeps her calm. I can put a smile on my face just as others can. 

The past few months here have been nothing short of different—different stores, buildings, views, and faces. However, in terms of classes thus far, I have enjoyed them. Recently, I have taken two exams in my geography class. Sitting down for the first time in four years to take a test on paper felt weird. The minute you feel you have gotten everything back to normal after COVID, something makes you remember how it all was before. I would be lying if I said I didn’t miss high school—I dreadfully miss the six o’clock wake-ups, the cold walks to the bus, the eleven classes back to back, and the relieving walk out the doors to the same bus once again. In high school, I dreaded every second I had to sit in those metal chairs and hear the constant chime from the bells in the hall. I regret not pausing for a moment to take it all in before it was gone. I had some unbelievably amazing friendships in senior high, and now I have parted with just about every single one. But that’s growing up.

Within the last few weeks, I have been introduced to many different views on writing and literature. Just recently, in my INTD 105 class, I was introduced to the book Acts of War. As soon as I opened the first reading, I noticed it was all written in play script format. I had to do a double take on the pages—I leaned over to my friend and asked her if she had read something like this before, but she shook her head no. Little did I know in the next few weeks, reading that script as a class would be the most fantastic form of reading I had ever done. Opening up to a way different way of reading wasn’t something I thought was possible. I say that because I had expressed in class that I had never read anything besides the usual chapter-by-chapter books from grades K-Twelve. Being able to read out loud with others around me in the class has made me more connected to the class. This class has been nothing less than genuinely eye-opening. I am absolutely impressed with the setup of the criteria. I have even gotten my roommate to take a class with this fantastic professor in the Spring!

By the end of the semester, all I can hope for is good standing in all parts of my life here at Geneseo. Those parts include but are not limited to my friendships, grades, home life, personal well-being, etc. I have faced moments this semester that have made me need to take a step back to re-evaluate my choices and thoughts, and that’s okay. I can’t say my grades will be perfect in the end, but I am putting forth my best effort, which is what life is all about—putting forth your best. Not the best that others want, the best that you want. I have created amazing friendships and discovered what it is like being a Knight here on campus.

To reiterate part of what Suess said, “If it changes your life, let it.” Being here on campus has changed my life. Taking these classes and seeing different viewpoints has changed my life as well. College life is changing itself. At the same time, society deems college to be all shiny, pristine, amazing, and guess what? It’s not always that way. There is also an emotional aspect to it that many pushes under the rug. Let me say this—you are not alone. Some students out there share their thoughts and feelings about being first-year college students. I believe that the world has come to say that the only reasonable option in your life is to be perfect and follow the stereotypes engraved into society. Nobody is perfect. As long as you try and do what you love, that will carve you to be the best version of yourself.

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