Growing Pains
A moment of silence for my dear friend whose prospie cancelled on him during Jumbo Day this week.
An even longer moment of silence to mourn over the fact that we, who share the same floor as him will have to hear him complain about it for the rest of our freshman year.
Amen.
Tufts loves their Baby Jumbos! In addition to giving tours on campus, many students volunteer to host prospective students during Jumbo Days. They eagerly anticipate the opportunity to get to know prospective students better, and share their passions and experiences with them. I get nostalgic every single time I see prospies on campus. It takes me back to my first time visiting Tufts last summer. I was absolutely winded by the time I was half way up the hill, and had to sit down on the academic quad to catch my breath!
I only have one more month to go before freshman year is officially over. I’m almost dreading the possibility of having to answer the new freshmen when they ask for my opinion on whether Dewick or Carm qualifies as the better dining hall. A large part of me will want to scream “DEWICK!” but I know I’ll have to adjust by views because Carmichael Hall will be my home next year.
Change is inevitable and SCARY! A part of me does NOT want to accept the fact that I’ll be a sophomore by the time summer break is over. Sometimes, people ask me if I would have chosen to do things differently if I could travel back in time to the first day of pre-orientation week. Most of the time, we only see the things we want to change when we think about the past. And while it’s true that I’ve had more than my fair share of bad days, some that were more emotionally and physically draining than others ,and that I should have procrastinated less and studied harder for some tests and gone to bed earlier some nights, I honestly wouldn’t have done things any differently!
The experiences I’ve had as the person who set foot on this campus eight months ago are frozen in time. And If someone had come up to me during pre- orientation weekend predicted how my freshman year would unravel, I would never have believed them. If anything, I would have been scared and skeptical. But now I realize that every day is a new experience in itself. More often than not, I’m pleasantly surprised by how far me and my friends come and how much we’ve all grown together during this time. And if I had to relive my freshman year, I wouldn’t choose to do things as a Baby Jumbo any differently!