First of all, before my freshman year started, I was thinking “I’m going to have issues having a roommate.” Slowly I tried to get into the idea that maybe it won’t be so bad having one person there provided of course that they are SANE. I get an email telling all the people in my suite who’s living with who. Apparently the people doing the housing decided to throw me into a Forced Triple. Now for those who think oh it’s a triple, you must be getting a bigger room than the other people right? WRONG. They forced 3 people into a room meant for two. Needless to say I was annoyed. Now I have to worry about two people all the time.
So the day came, we went up, met the roommates and they were alright. One of them was a track star who was about as innocent as can be. The other was the complete opposite, best way to put it. I got along with both but they seemed to butt heads so I just sat there usually watching and laughing. Not the point.
So after we met, we decided what beds we wanted. The beds were set up bunked and then one single. No one wanted top bunk. Especially not me, I move around when I sleep and I could fall and it just would've been awkward waking up eating the floor. So at the time we thought of debunking the beds and we all get our own. I kid you not when I say that besides the room the beds we took up, we only had a path inside the room about 2 feet wide. Great living conditions…. We made it work though. During the year we would come to have a lot of people over and we’d all just sit on the beds watching tv. At one point we had about 14 people in this room…that was hysterical.
Classes came around and getting used to huge lecture centers wasn't honestly as bad as I expected. All we needed to really know was about how they did homework and tests. That’s it, the rest was up to you. One class though I had a professor email me and call me a liar and tell me I was lazy. Since I was still a freshman, I was surprised and wondered if all the professors hear are like that. He was awful though. You always are going to have that one bad professor. That kept me away from that guy for 2 years until I was forced to take him again. More on that story later….
The workload took some getting used to because of how high school had hyped it up. Everyone told me it’s going to be huge, it’s going to be hard. It really isn't. The fact is that it’s pretty simple homework freshman year, the only thing about it is that it takes a bit of time. The other big fact about it is that with all the free time you get, it’s really hard NOT to become lazy and just think all fun all the time. Everyone goes like freshman year is the year that you take to find what you want to major and minor in. I signed up for my minor the first day since I already knew I was going to go into Mathematics. I guess I got lucky since most of my suite mates took the whole year to figure out what they wanted to do.
So anyways, with the new area and new people, I was feeling very social so our suite decided to make friends with all the other suites in our hall. We called our suite “The Open Door Suite” where anybody could walk in at any time to come and hang out if anything. The situations in how you meet people at college can be those you will honestly never believe. We were known to be very social…well 5 out of 7 of us. Think of this mix, there was myself, who’s already social in my own way, a track star who knew all the athletes, a long islander who had people from his area join us at times, a Staten islander who loved to hate this place (and somehow it bonded him with a lot of people quickly), and then the last of us who was pretty flamboyant and a big lover of anything techno but he knew anything needed about parties. Surprisingly enough we all clicked for the most part and hung out with the occasional fights here or there.
At one point we had a party to go to and we had a group of about 30 people, mostly from the same hallway, going to the same party together. WE OWNED THAT PARTY. The parties back then were insane but then again any older college student can tell you that. But you know you've had a good freshman year when you have the most random assortment of memories such as 5am race to Dunkin Donuts, Swimming in the fountain at 4am, waking up at 4pm to see a meteor ( to this day I don’t know what it was, it was like a stationary blue fire that as soon as myself and 2 friends noticed, it zapped through the sky), hanging outside to see shooting stars, going to a party and having bus drivers crash your party (true story), and planned for one of your friends to dress up in a monkey costume on Halloween to scare the living soul out of fellow freshman only to see your friend skid out of control and face plant it. These are just some of the few very random memories that made up my freshman year. Knowing how I want to use this blog I’ll post some past moments of these more quite often.