It’s the Start of Something New
Or the only high school musical reference you will see in this blog
The end of everything I’ve ever known is drawing near and with it approaches the start of something absolutely new. From the day I could walk and talk it had been drilled into me that someday I would grow up and go on to ‘higher education’. I never thought that day would come so soon. Despite the fact that my schedule is made and my books are bought, I don’t feel prepared. Nervous, excited, scared, cold (because my family has the air conditioning on way too high) those are all things I feel right now, but prepared is certainly not one of them. I take comfort in the fact that I’m not the only one going through this.
Hello and welcome, I’m Meghan, a first year French Concurrent Education student at the University of Windsor (though I’m sure you all figured that last part out for yourselves). I’ve decided to participate in the University blog in hopes of enhancing my university experience, and chronicling this year of my life. While school does not start for another week or so, in truth I’ve been trying to prepare myself for it the past month. So far, I have not succeeded. It’s strange to think that every day brings me closer to the ‘big school’ (quote compliments of my high school physics teacher) and farther away from the protective covering of being able to say “Oh, I don’t need to worry about what I want to be just yet…I can wait until University to figure that out”.
Well, procrastinating self, reality is knocking at your door like that annoying next door neighbour who will not go away. The time has come, and along with it the ending of one way of life and the beginning of another. When I put it that way it makes me want to go curl up in a corner with a book and ignore the up and coming change.
My parents, I find, are taking it a lot better than I expected (certainly better than me). It probably helps that I will be living with them during my University career (less than an hour drive in everyday, why not live at home?), for them it will almost seem like nothing has changed. If I was going away for school I’m sure their reactions would be different. They’re more worried about me keeping up my scholarships which paid for a pretty large chunk of the first semester tuition. I’d like to think that my grades will remain as high as they have up to this point, but I’m a bit more realistic than that. University is going to be hard, no doubt about it, high school to the power of ten. I’ll be happy if I can maintain grades that won’t get me bumped from my program.
I’ll admit it, my stress level is beginning to rise. I feel like I’m in one of those time travel movies, watching the calendar flip by at an abnormally fast pace (June…July…August…) Where did the time go? I’m not ready for summer to end yet!
Currently, I’m up in Ottawa, for that one last family vacation of the summer. This means two things, one: half the time I find myself longing for September so I can see my friends again (then I remember September equates school and I immediately dispel such thoughts) and two: I’ve already had to say good bye to any high school friends who are not attending Windsor. Now, I’m not normally one of those emotional girls that cries whenever she sees a mushy movie (Come on Kate, just let his frozen hand go already!) but saying goodbye to my best friend was a lot tougher than I expected. Yes, I cried and then she cried and then we both laughed about crying.
It was like something out of a preteen chick flick.
We plan to keep in touch, mostly through Internet means, but I know it just won’t be the same. I’ve moved away from friends before, and while back then our only way to communicate was through snail mail (which is, as the nickname suggests, very slow) then my efforts didn’t last very long. Sure, I’m older now; it doesn’t take me an hour to write a half page of script and I won’t have to make the trek to the mailbox, but with her schedule, and my schedule (seven classes…two days a week, try and figure how I managed that one) we’ll see how it goes.
Well, that seems like a lengthy enough introduction to the wonderful world of me. Next time I update I hope to be back in Windsor participating in those Welcome Week activities. I hear we get free food and who am I to pass up a free meal or five? Bring on the life size, blow up Twister!
Meghan
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