Despite the fact that I’ve been done with exams since Wednesday, I was waiting to write my “End of Freshman Year” entry until all my grades had been posted. Unfortunately, that still hasn’t happened. Even though today is graduation day (congrats everyone who graduated!!), for some reason I am lacking grades in three of my classes.
I’m writing this entry anyway. I’ve waited too long. Get ready for the most sentimental end of freshman year entry ever. You’d almost think I was dying or something.
And that wasn’t sarcasm. I’m not dying or anything. I don’t want it to come off that way.
This year has been nothing short of amazing. I went to UNC Charlotte not knowing what I was getting myself into, wishing I was going to some other school to be with my friends. My first encounter with the university came in the form of August workshops for Student Niner Media. And just like that, I was hooked. Hooked to the school, hooked to the people I had just met, hooked to the amazing experiences I would have this year.
With student media and the Niner Times, I met some of the most amazing people I will probably ever know. Friends that I intend to keep, so if they don’t actually like me that is just too damn bad. They’re stuck with me. Countless inside jokes and memories are shared among all of us. Looking back at my year, if I hadn’t joined the paper I would have had nothing but one or two friends and class all day everyday. You guys at the paper, all the editors and the writers, you’re all amazing and I love each of you. Especially my lesbian lover Haley. Since we’re lovers and all. Don’t tell Barry though. He gets jealous.
Outside of media, I found myself having several strange encounters with some of the greatest guy friends a girl could possibly ask for. There have got to be at least eight of you guys, and I love each and every one of you. If only the university would let people of different genders room together on campus, I totally would have moved in with you guys next year. You make huge messes and have trouble cleaning them up, but you’re all hilarious and amazing so I guess it evens out.
Being part of the University Honors Program was also a great idea. I wasn’t incredibly involved fall semester. I did just the bare minimum. Spring semester I had fun meeting people and participating in activities. I might not have countless amazing memories through this program yet, but I will. Mark my words, I will.
During spring semester I managed to watch every episode of Law and Order: SVU on Netflix. That’s pretty legitimate if you ask me. I have no idea what I’m going to do with my time next semester now that I’m done with that show. I guess I’ll have to find another.
On the academics side, I’ve learned so much. After my 4.0 from fall semester, I was hoping to be able to announce my overall GPA of the year. I still can’t do that. No matter what my GPA is, I still know I’ve learned a lot.
With all that being said, I think this summer back home is going to kill me. I never thought I’d say this, but I miss the trek up countless hills on campus. Alas. August better hurry up and get here.