We have all heard the horror stories about living with a roommate in college: “She steals my food,” “She has guys over every night,” “She borrows my clothes without asking all the time.” So, for all the brand new baby Gators (congrats class of 2017!), enjoy my newly developed expertise on living with a roommate.
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As any Cicerone, pamphlet, or R.A. will tell you, there are over 975 official clubs or groups to join at UF. Do you like to dance the Argentine tango? There’s a club for that. Can’t go a day without discussing edible landscaping? There’s a club for that. Do you like to blow off steam by building robots? There’s a club for that, too! If more traditional community service and professional organizations are your cup of tea, well, there are so many of those that it would be impossible to join all of them. But there are some that I have heard a lot about just by being on campus and talking to other students.
I had this dream during high school that if I just saved up enough money from my part-time job as a receptionist at a hair salon, then I wouldn’t have to worry about spending money in college.
Looking back, I can see I came into college with that false sense of pride that many freshmen possess.
It was strange going home for Thanksgiving for the first time. It was the first time I had to travel home for a holiday, even if it is only 70 miles away. I couldn’t help but think that this was only the beginning and that I would conceivably be traveling to go home for every Thanksgiving from now on. It’s a strange thought that one phase of my life is over and I have entered new one that will last a long time.
Freshmen year is the best opportunity to try new things. I came here with the goal of trying something new as often as I could. I was amazed at the wide array of events that were open to me.
I thought that with the advent of college, I would finally develop a set of study skills that would enable me to finish my work in a timely manner.
Before coming to UF, my mom and I agreed that I would come home to visit about once a month. When we made that arrangement, once a month seemed like a lot of going home to me. I have now discovered that so much goes on that I am happy to go back every month and talk about my experiences and see my family.
It was the question that inevitably popped up during every discussion about college, whether it be with co-workers, parents, friends or people I had just met. After talking about how exciting college would be and the academic and social merits, someone would always ask, “Are you afraid of the freshman fifteen?” My answer was always a resounding “Of course not.” It’s wasn’t as though I was going to start eating every chance I got just because I was going away to school.
I always knew I would be on a meal plan during my freshman year. I have never had to cook for myself, so I never even considered fending for myself every day. That’s exactly what my plan is for, to make sure I actually eat two or three times a day that somewhat resembles what I ate at home.
I don’t know how other students prepared for his or her freshman year, but I did extensive research. As geeky as it was, I looked up college reviews all summer before coming to UF. I was determined to prepare myself for everything college would throw at me. It turns out that no amount of reading could compare to the real experience.