Is There Some Kind of Lesson Here?

This is definitely not me. Definitely. Not.

College is not what I expected. At all.

That’s probably my fault, honestly. I had these dreams about going away to college and truly realizing who I am and what I’m meant to be, and I’ve thought about going here, to this specific place, since I was 12. So I guess it’s all the fault of my hyperactive imagination. It’s because I’m not realistic at all, and I have these delusions of grandeur that most likely make everyone around me want to slap me and say, “WAKE UP! YOU’RE INSANE AND I AM NOT PRINCE ERIC!” That might be my boyfriend talking…or it might be what I imagine he wants to say, since he’s much more patient with me than I deserve sometimes (“Michael, why won’t you write me a letter every day? TWICE A DAY?! Is that too much to ask?”).

But anyway. College isn’t what I expected. It’s lonely and kind of sad sometimes. Don’t get me wrong, I attempt to make the most out of situations, and it’s not bad, it’s just…different. I thought I wanted to get away from my hometown and now all I can think is, “Why does it rain so bloody much here?” One of my suitemates took a shower this morning and it woke me up, the water hitting the wall that my bed sits against (obviously the shower is not in my room, but the water was hitting the wall on the other side…), and all I thought was “Dear God. Rain? AGAIN?” Fortunately that wasn’t the case and today the sun is actually shining.

But look at me! I seriously talk the most about the weather here.

And I’m letting myself go, man. All I want to do is sleep; I’ve never been so tired in my entire life. So I sleep until about 20 minutes before class, pull myself out of bed (which takes a surprising amount of self motivation, to be honest), and sleepwalk to class. Yoga pants, sports bra and t-shirt. No makeup. Most of the time I don’t even brush my hair (I have never worn a bun this many times in my life). I think about food way too often, and I have just now realized that I need to balance out my eating with gym time, or I’ll be the headlining float in the Macy’s Thanksgiving Day Parade next month.

I guess the question is: am I really letting myself go? Or am I embracing the inner me, makeup-less and carefree?
As much as I’d like the answer to be the latter, it isn’t. Or maybe it is. I guess I could twist it so that it is. Aghhh, I don’t know anything anymore. But I definitely like that I don’t feel like I have to impress anyone here. I just roll with it, since everyone has their own style here and they all hang out together.

So I suppose there is no answer. Maybe the lesson here isn’t anything about learning who I really am. Maybe it’s just my imagination telling me that there are lessons to be learned here. Maybe it’s just that I’m alive. I’m alive and breathing and the sun is shining and it’s those moments when, even though it’s cold and I want to go home to bed, I realize I’m still happy. Even though college isn’t the amazing experience I thought it would be quite yet, maybe the point is just surviving a little. Getting through each day, no matter how closely I scrape along the bottom. I’m alive and I’m taking care of myself by myself.
Maybe that’s the lesson.

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7 thoughts on “Is There Some Kind of Lesson Here?

  1. I didn’t go away to college (commuted from the ‘rents’ house), but I can definitely relate. I romanticize things to infinity and beyond and tend to be disappointed by reality (er, wait, is that what they call immature? ‘Cause I’m not that. No way, Jose). The fact that you’re questioning things means you’re probably on the right track :)

    I should have prefaced that by saying I have no idea what the right track is. I live in a house with a barn. I still don’t know how that happened.

  2. Everything your feeling is totally normal. I had that exact same reaction after my first couple months of college- only I wasn’t cool enough to blog about it. You’ll find your groove again Stella, don’t worry!!! Xx

    BIG HUGS

    • Aww thank you :) makes me feel better. I’m sure it’ll all be fine, sometimes it’s just hard to get through tough stuff. I will survive, as so many soul sistas did before me!
      Thanks for the cyber hugs :) needed them. I’m squeezing back really hard rgt now. This hug is getting awkward and I like it like that.

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