2008 Woodie Awards
Senior Column
Erin Marshall
Issue date: 11/13/04 Section: Campus Life
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Flashback to three years ago at this time. It was freshman year and I was living in the North Pod of the lovely basement in Worcester Hall in what must have been the smallest quad on campus. I was loving every second of college. My roommates and pod-mates were great. All of my closest friends lived within a 10-foot radius. We stayed up until all hours of the night "studying" in the hall, playing retarded deer (don't even ask...), ordering pizza, and whiting out our licenses so we could get into Suney's. It was the life. The only things getting in my way were those stupid classes, papers, and tests. I hadn't fully realized that I needed to attend my classes regularly or make sure my work was passed in on the actual date it was due. Panic set in about how I was going to explain my horrendous grades to my mother at the end of the semester.
Fast forward to present time. Senior year in the North Pole (aka North Hall). Somehow I went from sharing one community bathroom with sixteen girls to having two bathrooms for six girls in our very own apartment. I finally got the hang of going to class and actually handing in my papers. Nevertheless that feeling of panic is creeping back in, but this time it isn't about my grades. It's about the rest of my life. What am I going to do after graduation? Grad school, volunteer service, start a career, find a job that will pay for my grad school?? I don't even know where to start. That same sense of panic has officially set in again even though the circumstances are different now.
Isn't it amazing how much things can change in just a few short years from freshman year to senior year? Comparing freshman year to now it seems like everything has changed. Many of us have different roommates, different dorms, different majors, different boyfriends or girlfriends, different goals, different plans, and different dreams than when we first started out. Although I still panic about both the same way, worrying about my GPA and getting my papers in on time has turned into worrying about my future and what I'm going to do with my life after graduation.
Fast forward to present time. Senior year in the North Pole (aka North Hall). Somehow I went from sharing one community bathroom with sixteen girls to having two bathrooms for six girls in our very own apartment. I finally got the hang of going to class and actually handing in my papers. Nevertheless that feeling of panic is creeping back in, but this time it isn't about my grades. It's about the rest of my life. What am I going to do after graduation? Grad school, volunteer service, start a career, find a job that will pay for my grad school?? I don't even know where to start. That same sense of panic has officially set in again even though the circumstances are different now.
Isn't it amazing how much things can change in just a few short years from freshman year to senior year? Comparing freshman year to now it seems like everything has changed. Many of us have different roommates, different dorms, different majors, different boyfriends or girlfriends, different goals, different plans, and different dreams than when we first started out. Although I still panic about both the same way, worrying about my GPA and getting my papers in on time has turned into worrying about my future and what I'm going to do with my life after graduation.