By Julia S. | August 1, 2013
The part of my brain that thinks up creative titles is temporarily broken, sorry.
So I was talking to my college counterpart the other day.
By college counterpart, I mean that we are academic inverses of each other—I’m a Spanish major, psychology minor; she’s a psychology major, Spanish minor. As such, we’ve taken a lot of similar classes and had some of the same professors. So both of us were chatting about that the other day and thinking back on our academic experiences (this makes it sound about 3x more profound than it actually was). Coming to college, I was completely terrified my first quarter of failing. For the greater part of my freshman year, I spent a lot of time feeling stressed about how my classes would turn out. The first week of every quarter was always the worst, as I would sit there listening to my profs talk about all the crazy things they expected me to learn and do and write about. It would always go back to my dorm thinking I’d be lucky to get a C average.
But as I was reminiscing about with my friend the other day, it’s gotten to the point here that I could walk in to my classes autumn semester, and my professors could tell me I had to write a 500 page novel or build a spaceship and I’d just shrug my shoulders. College isn’t supposed to smother you, it’s here for you to learn and challenge yourself. Once I figured that out I was a lot more chill and wasn’t as anxious all the time. I’m not saying you’ll never be in a class where you feel like the professor is out to get you, but I personally don’t think I’ve ever felt that way. The few professors that I haven’t been crazy about seemed to mean well–I just wasn’t in love with their pedagogical style.
This summer I’ve seen my fair share of orientation kids walking around campus. I always wondered if I would be one of those upperclassmen that would want to assert some feigned sense of superiority, but I can say now that I feel much the opposite. I just want to talk to them about their lives, their academic pursuits, and welcome them to the Ohio State family. I’m a little jealous of them, too. I’ve had a lot of good times at OSU so far, but some of the tenderest (I just used it, so it’s a word now) moments are from being on campus for the first time and being constantly amazed by it. Campus hasn’t lost its shine or anything, but like most things, you get used to it, and sometimes I have to stop and remind myself how great OSU is.
If you’re going to be joining me and all the other Buckeyes here in Columbus in the fall, know that college is sometimes stressful, but it should also be fun. If you ever lose sight of that, talk to someone! There’s no point in going through college feeling miserable or alone. Consider making an appointment with CCS to get counseling or advice if you want. It’s free!
Rude Awakening: SUMMER IS ENDING. I think I can handle that, but it means that this month I’ll start my LAST year at The Ohio State University, and I will be that annoying person that inserts ‘last’ in front of everything I do. Just warning you, bro.
Pleasant Surprise: As I was walking home from my health psych final yesterday, I overheard one of the OSU University Ambassadors (aka tour guides) telling a group that Ohio State has the #1 psychology department in the state, and is in the top 10 in the nation. I JUST FINISHED MY PSYCHOLOGY MINOR FROM ONE OF THE BEST PROGRAMS IN THE NATION, PEOPLE. It’s so exhilarating.
In firm friendship,
Julia Rose S.