Only one freshman year

There are so many firsts in life, and your freshman year of college is definitely one of the best. I packed up my SUV all by my self, and boy did I underestimate how much crap I have accumulated over this year. I mean, I could barely see out of the back of the car, thats how packed it was (and I drive a Chevy Tahoe). I finally finished packing every thing Saturday morning and so the only thing left to do was say goodbye to my room 215 and all of the great friends I had made on that floor. I was able to keep the waterfalls in until I had to say goodbye to Kelly Mae, and it was all downhill from there. Seeing everyone leave is hard, but being the one to leave your friends is even harder. Life in the dorms was great, and life on the co-ed hall was even better. There is no place I would have rather spend my first year of college at Washington and Lee. The guys were some of the greatest, especially listening to them play guitar and yelling at Halo every night, and the girls were one in a million. It's sad to think that next year I will not have little slips of paper under my door inviting me to the hottest frat party, or that I can't just walk down the hall and speak to my RA if I have a question (or if I just want to steal his Nip Tuck season 4). I will never forget our hall Christmas when Johanna bought us all dollar tree gifts, or when we filled Stephen's room with balloons, and I can't forget the "person" Caroline made and left in the hallways and scared me every single day. Any way you put it, freshman year, Davis floor 2, was by far one of the best experiences I could ask for in college, and in life.

a quarter done

As my freshman year of college comes to a close, I am left with many memories and the anticipation of being back at home. I always enjoying packing for vacation, but packing up everything in your dorm room is much different. I have started a week early because I know how much stuff I have, but now I wish I had waited a few more days. Every frat party invite, every article of clothing, even the old food in my cabinet seems to hold some memory and makes me want to go back to that first week of school. I hate to leave my dorm room hall and the friends I have made here on Davis floor 2, but I have come to learn and accept the fact that change is inevitable. All you can do is adapt and make the best out of the situation. I will always remember the day I moved in, when my RA highly doubted that I would fit everything I brought into my room, and the moment I realized that I would be living on a co-ed hall. I guess I can look forward to once again decorating a new room and a new roommate next Fall, and hopefully making even more great memories. My first year has been everything I had hoped for and even more, I could never ask for a better university or place to spend the next four years of my life.