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you are the party that makes me feel my age
Friday, 13 September 2024 19:30I had just finished my first full week of the academic term, so after spending a little over a year bumming it out in my parents' house, it feels weird getting excited for the weekend again. It's been pretty good, if a bit tiring, especially the commute. I don't mind it though; it's good to have places to be, to work towards something. I'm happy I'm at a point mentally where I can handle responsibilities again... without it being a burden this time!
I think that an important thing that you guys should know with regards to me being in college is that I'm in my first year... at 23. In the wise words of blink-182 (1999), "nobody likes you when you're 23, and you still act like you're in freshman year," except I actually am in my freshman year, haha. It's actually my third stint of university, and the reasons for my unorthodox and non-linear life path is a long story for another time. Hint: it involved a prescription for anti-depressants and benzodiazepines, so not the best part of my life to say the least. I'm determined to get my degree this time around though!
(I guess in other countries being a 23 year old in your first year of university isn't the most radical thing, and is in fact probably nothing of note at all. It kind of is over here though. I'm sick of people asking me why I'm still studying as if it's against the law or something, I just feel judged whether they actually are doing so or not. Such is the life of a pioneer?)
There was an orientation I had attended earlier this afternoon, organised by the upperclassmen I think, and it was just unnerving to be confronted with the fact that I might even be older than they are. Of course, unless if they somehow had access to my full birthday, the age difference isn't so apparent, and college is a different ballpark where stuff like that really doesn't matter anyway. I've heard it all: everyone has their own path, life is not a race, etc., etc. I went on my own, because my seatmate (who coincidentally is the same age as I am and has the exact same schedule) didn't end up going, so it was really awkward and isolating being seated alone next to people taking selfies with each other. It made me feel excluded, though maybe I'm just being dramatic. Making friends, especially IRL, has always been a source of difficulty for me, but I hope I make more in college as time goes on.
Right now though, I need to catch up on replies on here. Oh, and the assignments as well. :P And I really want to get my ear pierced.
I think that an important thing that you guys should know with regards to me being in college is that I'm in my first year... at 23. In the wise words of blink-182 (1999), "nobody likes you when you're 23, and you still act like you're in freshman year," except I actually am in my freshman year, haha. It's actually my third stint of university, and the reasons for my unorthodox and non-linear life path is a long story for another time. Hint: it involved a prescription for anti-depressants and benzodiazepines, so not the best part of my life to say the least. I'm determined to get my degree this time around though!
(I guess in other countries being a 23 year old in your first year of university isn't the most radical thing, and is in fact probably nothing of note at all. It kind of is over here though. I'm sick of people asking me why I'm still studying as if it's against the law or something, I just feel judged whether they actually are doing so or not. Such is the life of a pioneer?)
There was an orientation I had attended earlier this afternoon, organised by the upperclassmen I think, and it was just unnerving to be confronted with the fact that I might even be older than they are. Of course, unless if they somehow had access to my full birthday, the age difference isn't so apparent, and college is a different ballpark where stuff like that really doesn't matter anyway. I've heard it all: everyone has their own path, life is not a race, etc., etc. I went on my own, because my seatmate (who coincidentally is the same age as I am and has the exact same schedule) didn't end up going, so it was really awkward and isolating being seated alone next to people taking selfies with each other. It made me feel excluded, though maybe I'm just being dramatic. Making friends, especially IRL, has always been a source of difficulty for me, but I hope I make more in college as time goes on.
Right now though, I need to catch up on replies on here. Oh, and the assignments as well. :P And I really want to get my ear pierced.
