New Term…Same Deal

By: Sarah Schwadron '14

It is the second week of classes and I am already exhausted.

I shouldn’t really complain. I probably get more sleep than half the school gets. But I just feel run down cause I’m fighting off a bug. I just have a sore throat and a sinus headache, plus achiness. The boyfriend is currently sick with a stomach bug. I’m doing a lot of holistic remedies to protect myself from getting any sicker than I already am. So far they seem to be working. And on top of all of this, I sprained my knee over Winter Break and it has just started to act up again, after feeling great for a full week. But I digress.

Classes are really good so far. I am fairly positive that I am going to become a Human Services and Psych double major. My Human Services class is great. I’ve only had two so far, but every time I go, I am more and more convinced that it is the profession I want to go into. Every topic that is brought up is something that I am intrigued about. So I think I might end up being a social worker instead of a history teacher. Major career change, but whatever. I think it’ll be right for me.

Freshman Writing is its normal self; Lots of writing. I think that’s the annoying part about it. It’s easy work, but there is so much of it. At least it’s only a ten page paper this term. And every idea I come up with for my paper really interests me. I might end up doing a psychoanalysis of Queen Elizabeth I. If you know me personally, you know that that is a topic that I really love. So, we shall see how that goes.

Oh. Some good news. Me and my roommate finally got a bigger room. We were in what is known on campus as a “forced double”. It’s a room that is for a single person, but they put two people in it. So we had forced bunk beds, and all of that good stuff. But not anymore! We each have our own sides of the room, and not just ‘cubbies’ as we called them. It’s actually funny. In the small room, we never ran into each other. Now, in the bigger room, we’ve collided with each other. Twice in twenty four hours. Only we could do that.

Speaking of the roommate, we get along really well. Everyone seems shocked when I tell them that. We didn’t even pick each other out. We filled out the roommate selection sheets separately and we were matched. And we just fit together. It’s so weird, but great. I know everyone hears horror stories about college roommates, and trust me, those do happen unfortunately. One of my good friends has that problem now, and it really stinks. But you can always switch if it comes to it. Luckily, I don’t believe I will have to though.