I remember finally getting all of my things unpacked; I had brought my belongings, packed inefficiently in a ridiculous number of backpacks, to my new home in Bennett Hall at OSU; the walls were blank, the carpet was uncomfortable, and I thought to myself that it could be worse. My friend Steven had helped me carry everything up, but he was now gone back to his dorm and I owed him a Q’doba burrito for his efforts. I still haven’t paid him back.
And sitting in my lonely room on the third floor at the west wing, I looked out the window toward the stadium and thought about all the people who told me that college would be the best years of my life.
That night, I bought a six pack of Coors and drank it depressingly by myself on a playground located on the outskirts of the campus because all my friends were in Tulsa and school didn’t start until Monday. I left my hometown for this? I probably thought.
It was goddamn depressing, true story.
When I got back to the res hall, it was 3:27 a.m., the six-pack still had me buzzed and I haunted the five floors of the dorm until I found my way back to my room (because the building was designed like a f**king maze and I wasn’t exactly sober). I sat on my bed and wondered how the hell I was going to make this time at OSU worth it.
Skip to now, and I must confess that college is a place where you can forge yourself into the man or woman that you want to be in life. I had no idea how everything was going to come together; I was unprepared; thrown into a new environment with challenges different than anything I had faced before; there was a largeness on a whole new scale, and yet, college has been unreal in the these moments will mean something 50 years from now sense.
I could start rattling off experiences that have made this ride great, but I think what’s more important to me, right now, are the values that I’ve learned. So I guess this whole blog post is a little summary of the life lessons that I’ve taken in whilst in college.
So without further adieu:
Life’s going to get underneath your skin. Never have I seen this more than in college. You learn to drink like there’s snow tomorrow. Pun intended. But seriously, I’ve had some of the most infuriating debates about life, love, religion, politics; heck, I’ve spent the last two semesters arguing whether or not pepper has a taste, or is simply a feeling experienced on your tounge. My views have been challenged; I’ve faced the inconvenience of parking tickets; waited in lines, watched policy make life harder on my peers and I. Sleep is practically non-existent in this world; it seems that there’s no real schedule that works, and days involving making plans only to realize that you wish you hadn’t so you could just sleep. You’re going to grow weary as the days go on, but as the poster on my wall says, “Keep Calm and Carry On.”
That was cliche.
Anyway, the next value is that To Be Interesting You Have to be Interested. I think it’s become a trend in our society to be non-chalant, or to not really give a crap. And truth be told, it’s easier not to care. Because let’s face it, when you dedicate to something and it doesn’t work out, you’re left with the disappointment of failure and it sucks. But if you go through life playing it cool, nothing worth a damn is ever going to happen. Sometimes you have to stick your neck out, take a few risks, get a little dirt on your face. This applies to relationships, involvement in every day tasks, work, life. Why waste your time being casual about everything? Dare to be passionate. There are too many mediocre things in this world, your life should not be one of them.
Don’t Be Afraid To Dream A Little Bigger, Darling. I think we all know how to dream. It’s imbedded into the human condition. But one must learn how to dream with scope. How to realize their potential; to define problems in their life, obstacles, that are keeping them from their potential. Because it takes more than just a dream to make a difference. Discipline is the bridge between goals and accomplishment. And in the end, never give up. After all, it was Aristotle that said, “Hope is a waking dream.”
If you have a dream, go to it.
If you cannot go, crawl to it.
If you cannot crawl,
Face the direction of that dream.