The bottom line of college orientation is that it’s a paradox: feeling simultaneously deeply comforted and entirely thrown off your axis, spinning rapidly towards the unknown. Or at least, that’s what orientation was like for me.
This paradox manifested itself at the very beginning of the journey from Ohio to New York. After posting my obligatory, “Leaving for college. Thanks for the memories everybody!” Facebook status, I packed all of my earthly belongings into the family car. That’s when I realized that all of my earthly belongings fit into the family car. While the reality of this totally satisfied the fatalist in me (look how easy it would be for me to escape with so little materialistic baggage to weigh me down once the zombie apocalypse hits — yippee!) it also left me reeling. It only underscored the fact that the home I was leaving, the home I had grown up in and considered my own, really wasn’t mine any more. Everything that grounded me to my house was stuffed into the car, ready to be shipped off to what is essentially a linoleum-floored, whitewashed box. Statements I had made with confidence ever since I clicked submit on my electronic application quickly turned to questions: This is what I want? I’m excited? I’m ready to be on my own? Keep reading »
It’s been a lovely summer. I’m living in my favorite city in the world, writing at The Frisky, living with my boyfriend, and relaxing in the Berkshires on the weekends. All is fine, dandy, and I’m as easy and breezy as a cover girl…until I see a new email in my inbox. As soon as I open it, the walls around my perfect summer start to crumble: The season is ending and I’m about to begin graduate school. In Scotland. Cue multiple panic attacks.
Do I know anybody? Nope. Have I any clue where I am going and what am I doing? Eh, no. Will I be smart enough? Will I make any friends? What if people don’t like me? What if I’m not good enough? But wait, I’ve thought all of this before. Truth be told, I have variations of these thoughts all the time, but I’ve had this specific anxiety attack before. In fact, it was the summer before my freshman year of college. If you feel similarly, follow the jump for your coping strategy. Keep reading »
When we get to college, we can get a little carried away. We just got out of our long-ass high school relationships (or else had been anticipating the fabled college slut-fest for basically ever). Regardless, by the time weâ€™ve unpacked Mr. Snuggle Bug, weâ€™ve already made a list of totally doable prospects. Weâ€™re like kids in an eye-candy store!
So how does all of this hooking up actually go down? I circulated a nosy little survey to find out exactly where, what, and then what…here are my frisky findings: Keep reading »