There's something magical about a new school year, especially now that I'm in my sophomore year of college. Off topic, but isn't it weird to think that I'm a sophomore in college, especially since I started this blog in the summer before I was a junior in high school? But anyway, this year is so much different than last year, and maybe the sole difference is that there was no fear in coming back to school this year. It was just natural, as though I was stepping back into a life that I had just temporarily put on pause.
Immediately after being at school, I redefined my love of school. While I'm the first to answer the question of "Where do you go to school" with a huge smile and a reply of "Mizzou", I realized that my love of Mizzou is more limited to my love of McDavid. From the moment I moved in last year, I exhaled a long breath that had been held in for oh, all twelve years of my previous schooling. McDavid, and furthermore Mizzou, is different than anything I've ever experienced. I flourish here. I thrive here. I am more myself here than I have ever been. There's something about this place that screams acceptance.
And I don't think I fully realized that until I had to go away from it for a little while. But I love this place, I love the people. I must admit, I seem to love this batch of McDavid inhabitants a bit better than last years. I love the organizations. For those of you that don't know, I'm the co-president of Arts Advocates, and I'm in SCAM (Student Council at McDavid). I'm also a Community Leader, which puts me out there and pushes me to get to know everyone I can.
Last year, moving to Mizzou, I encountered a nearly crippling wave of homesickness. Which, luckily, is nowhere to be found this year. Sure, I'm eager to go home. I miss my mom, dad, and of course, my cat. But I'm in no hurry to stay home.
Long story short, I love this place. I thrive here. It's a very, very good place to be.
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