Freshman Year

Essay by Abby Crim

Freshman year. The year that you make your mark. The year that you can change your whole identity. The year where you find new friends. The year where you have to balance your academics and social life. The year where no one is holding your hand through all of this. The year that brings stress because of so much change. The year that is gone before you even blink. Reflecting on my freshman year today with only seven weeks left in the semester I am both proud and sorrowful. I am so proud that I went off to college, that I have made some of the best friends that I have ever had, and that I have started to make my mark on this campus. But also I am sorrowful because I have little to no time left to tie up the loose ends with my school work, practice for my choir concert, and soak up the last weeks with my friends who live so far away. I feel the pressure of the work that needs done on my back and I don’t know how I'm going to make it if you want me to be quite honest. Summer is knocking on my door, but why does summer not excite me? Why does summer bring sadness? Why does summer feel like the hole that is forming in my chest won’t be filled with sunshine? All because of freshman year.