Dear First Year of College,

I never knew what to expect. From all of the stories I had heard from my parents and friends, I still could not perfectly picture what "college" would look like. I had originally thought it would be me as an Architecture Major at Penn State, following in the nittany lion legacy of my parents, but it became me as a Publishing & Editing and Communication Studies double major at Susquehanna University.

I tried going out one night, because so many people put the picture of partying in my head as part of this college experience, but I honestly hated it. My idea of a fun night is NOT drinking to excess and grinding on sweaty frat boys, but staying in with my friends, ordering food, and watching a movie. Not that I would ever judge people who enjoy partying, but it really is not my thing.

I tried making a lot of friends, but some didn't treat me the right way, and others showed their true colors. In the end, I found those who would stick by me, cheer me on, and accept me the way I am, while still allowing me to grow. I found the ultimate best friend through downloading the Tinder app for laughs on a Monday night, and he's pretty great too.

I tried joining different clubs until I found what was best for me. It turns out Greek life isn't that bad when it's co-ed and based on service (yay for Alpha Phi Omega!). It also turns out that writing an online article every other week is a fun way to express myself as well (yay for the Odyssey!). Oh, and late night club organizations are a no go because yoga pants and a good book are much more satisfying.

Through it all, I was able to grow while still staying true to myself. I was able to maintain a strong faith and even enjoy going to church in the chapel as often as possible. I discovered some political beliefs of mine, learned to love myself even more, and started to learn how to love someone else in a romantic relationship. I no longer compromise who I am or allow others to make me feel less than myself.

Sometimes things were uncomfortable. Sometimes I cried when I missed home and my family. Sometimes I talked to my boyfriend multiple times a day because the stress was overwhelming. But I wouldn't change the knowledge I have gained, the friends that I have made, and the fun memories of adventures I have embarked on for anything. Here's to three more years!!

Sincerely,

Lauren