I owe you guys an introductory post because I kinda skipped that last time in my haste to write about my trip to Guatemala. So Hi! My name is Eric and I’m going to write about stuff! Great, awesome, we nailed that introduction and now we’re best friends. So welcome to my blog and get ready, I’m planning to show you Tufts straight forward, raw, and naked.
Not pictured because apparently I’m not allowed to show you that…
I’m a first year Jumbo and a transfer student in the class of 2015. I transferred last year from a large university, more like a massive university, or for short we can just refer to it as U massive or UMass. When I was first applying to colleges I was your pretty typical wide eyed High Schooler who hadn’t quite grasped the total freedom in front of me.
Wait Eric! That’s exactly how I feel! What do I do? You might be saying. Or you might just be saying AGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! Either way just relax, you’ll be fine, and maybe take a deep breath and get some tea because your throat is going to be sore. Even if you don’t pick your favorite school first you can always transfer, and let me tell you something about transferring, it’s so much easier than the random stabbing around in the dark that is your first college application process. Choosing colleges was the first major decision I ever made and in my complete uncertainty I went with the largest school I could find because I figured that it was so huge I was guaranteed to find something I would like. In hindsight this actually wasn’t a terrible call, and I found that I’m really big into things like globalization, economics, international relations, and the like. However, now that I had the context I was missing when I was applying out of high school I knew I wasn’t going to be satisfied unless I gave college applications another go.
My biggest concern coming out of transferring was whether or not I was going to be able to meet anyone. With a whole year disadvantage I was sure I would never find friends and have nothing to do and be lonely and Ohmygod I’m-spiraling-out-of-control. Fun fact: none of that happened. Last semester I went on a canoeing trip in the summer with kids in the incoming class of 2016, I joined the Mixed Martials Clubs at Tufts and learned that it really isn’t that hard for someone half my size to actually throw me, I went to Guatemala and worked in clinics, and I overcame stage fright and danced on stage in very little clothing.
Not pictured because I’m not sure you want to see that…
Now that I’m a semester into my sophomore year I’ve finally found my footing. This semester I’m helping start up a slack lining team/club/collective (the title is yet undecided) and helping the Mixed Martial Arts club earn official club status. I’m seeing talks around Boston (the most recent of which was a talk by Al Gore which I will be sure to talk about in a later post) and I’m beginning to explore how much Tufts and Boston have to offer.