Just another college freshman born and raised in Brooklyn. A lover of tea, reading, Perks of Being a Wallflower, Doctor Who, Oz, and Volkswagen buses with goals of traveling the world, educating children, opening a cafe, and penning a novel.
-Awkwardly walking into the class in your room before you…check.
-Having a cruddy roommate…check.
-Freaking out about your major (and changing it at least ten times)…check.
-Making amazing friends who you feel totally comfortable around…check.
-Never knowing what’s next…check.
Nearly four years ago I was sucked into the whirlwind of Les Misérables. I still hum the music daily. I wonder how Victor Hugo would feel if he could see what his work has become today. The Broadway production was amazing!
- student: hey government can I have some money to go to university
- uk government: sure here you go. you'll have to pay it back but only when you're earning £21,000+ a year, and if you don't pay it off after 30 years we'll just write it off, don't worry about it man
- scottish government: nah man just go to uni we ain't gonna charge you
- us government: no. you gotta pay it yourself. upfront. your parents have to save up from the moment you're born. good luck, fucker.
I love when parents are explaining complicated history to little children at museums.
College is trying to figure out who you are when the people you considered friends completely denounce your personality, and making difficult decisions and sacrifices when every idea of what you want in life conflicts. And on top of having to deeply ponder every challenged belief you have, you’re forced to sit through 100-level classes relearning the same things you’ve repeatedly been taught since middle school.