Answering questions about life in post grad
It’s been a hot minute since I’ve done one of these. So, here it is - a life update. I have moved back to Charlottesville. I came on Monday and Wednesday, I fully moved into my dorm. The process was a lot, and I will most likely go more in-depth into it in my dorm tour.
In my recent post, 15 things you should do before you go to college, one of the things on my list was having goals for next semester. So, here are my goals for the second-year first semester.
One moment I woke up to use the bathroom at 5 in the morning. The next moment I stood horrified at the figure before me - my cousin had arrived home from her night shift at work. For me, this is the thing. For you, it may be the way your smile doesn’t quite reach your face after a long vacation with family. Or it’s all the picture-perfect photos on your wall. When your room has been messy for a month. It’s going on a walk and finding out that you have dog poop on your shoe as you enter the house.
As many college students are about to begin their journey of higher education, I thought it would be nice to provide some ideas of things for them to do before going off to their university and starting college in the fall.
The most cliche piece of advice is, you guessed it, be yourself! While we all love dolling out generic pieces of advice, do we even know what that means? What does it mean to be yourself? Are there moments where I am more myself than not? What do I need to do to be myself?
I’ve become tired of it. The almost nonstop consumption, the “Curation Culture,” the way we are never satisfied with enough. These days, from the ads on our TVs, to the way we shop, to the books we read, we are constantly consuming something.
If I’m honest, and I think if most of us are, we will find that we are control freaks. Perhaps we’re not the type of people that line up all the items on a dresser in a strict fashion, but in our ways, we like to have control.
I’m doing something I’ve never done before. Writing a blog post on my phone. I have a bandaid on my finger and it’s hard to type well. It’s strange because I’m at a family party, one of those things where you have good food, but not a lot of fun, especially if you don’t know most of the people there.