A Fresh Perspective: Getting Started

September 3, 2021: A day I knew was coming, but could never have prepared myself for. I don’t think I fully realized that I was actually going to college until I pulled up to Lawson Hall, upperclassmen started cheering, and they took all of my stuff to my new room. At the time, I was so embarrassed with the commotion excitedly aimed towards me, but what I didn’t know is that there would be a whole lot more cheering over the next few days.

I parked and got out of the car, and I was immediately swarmed with people eager to help, but also taking the time to get to know me whilst helping me out. I stood there, helpless, as a whirlwind of my new peers took my things up to my room. My mom and I were shocked; we were over the moon at the amount of help we received, especially because we had planned to begrudgingly do it ourselves. As we set up my new living quarters, I started to feel a bit more at home. Not completely yet, but I finally had a place to myself that was mine; it was such a liberating feeling that also made me feel so old. It finally started hitting me that I’m really an adult now.

A couple hours into setting up, we were exhausted, and my family went home. It wasn’t a sad departure; I could tell they were hopeful about the future I was going to have, my mom most of all being just so excited for me. After this, I prepared to rest for the night, but that was not going to be the case, as the school had planned a plethora of high-energy activities. At Convocation, all of us were warmly welcomed to the college. I’ll never forget the great weather we were having and how content I was with my life at that moment.

The next few days came at me fast, as it was nonstop activities for the new students. I first felt lonely in this new environment and wondered if I would even make friends; I was discouraged. I was really trying to put myself out there, but none of the people I talked to seemed interested in sticking around. Could I actually do this? Then, Wacky Bingo came along, and all of the pieces started falling into place, unbeknownst to me at the time. Out of pure luck, I sat with a bunch of people who immediately clicked with me. We made each other laugh so hard that our sides hurt, and by the end of the night, we sang karaoke together. It was being in the right place at the right time that helped me immensely to come out of my shell I had worked very hard to stay in. When we were finally allowed to settle down for the night, I ended up not doing so right away like I originally planned, but instead made friends with some girls in my pod. By the end of the night, I had braided hair and I had made even more friends.

Fast forward to today, a few weeks after moving in, and I feel as if I have made so many friends who are going to be with me for a long time to come, hopefully even after we leave here. It has become so much easier for me to communicate with people. I feel much more comfortable here than I did on move-in day. I love the small campus; it feels like a family. It’s been a ride so far, and I am proud to call myself a Colby-Sawyer Charger. It is such a beautifully inclusive community and I feel so at home here.