Welcome to my very first column.
As the new Arts & Life editor, it is part of my job to come up with a weekly column idea that pertains to either the arts or to life. And as tempting as it is to write a couple hundred words on a painting none of you care about, this week I chose to write about my life.
Also, my idea for this column, to no surprise of The Carroll News staff, didn’t arrive until deadline night. I didn’t have a weird dream where “it just came to me,” nor did I channel the columnist within to summon some wondrous and earth-shattering idea. Instead, I saw my idea.
I was walking across campus when I happened to catch a glimpse of Murphy Hall. I realized that I miss that place more than I’ve missed anything in a while.
The caution tape and hard hats still throw me off – I remember waking up this time last year to the sound of the crews breaking ground behind the dorm. I had the pleasure of rising every morning in April and May to the melodic sound of drills and dump trucks doing whatever it is that they do right underneath the window of my suite.
It was the epitome of hell on earth.
But Murphy was heaven.
Sure, the Dirty Murph was dirty. I don’t think I’ll ever be able to get the stench of urine-filled washers and burnt popcorn out of my nose. Such was life in that god-forsaken place. But I can say with complete confidence that Murphy was half the reason my freshman year of college was the best year of my life thus far.
There was no better way to kick off my college experience than to be living in a building with 400 other kids who were just as excited to be there as I was. Even living in a suite with three other people made the transition from high school to college so much easier.
From ragers in the Cranium, to emails every weekend about the money we owed for vandalism, to 4 a.m. fire drills because someone forgot how to use a microwave, Murphy was a good time.
Living in Murphy eased the stress and anxiety of being a college freshman and I will be forever in its debt for being that second home for me.
But that was then. This is now. And sophomore year is hard. My classes are so much more difficult and the workload follows suit. Keeping a somewhat normal social life is being put on the backburner. Oh yeah, I also don’t sleep. My laundry piles up faster than I want to admit in print and everything is much more fast-paced than it was a year ago.
I know I shouldn’t complain. There are kids in my class who have busier schedules than I do and they never complain about it. And that’s great for them. No, seriously, keep up the hustle.
But here I am complaining that sophomore year is hard.
If sophomore slumps don’t already apply to college years, they do now.
Finding an internship and a part-time job is the cherry on top of this year that flew by.
But despite the many breakdowns about school and the countless times I’ve wished I could get this year over with, being a sophomore is also kind of awesome.
I have to do the work. It’s not like it’s going to get any easier from here. I have to find a job. It’s kind of why I’m in school to begin with. I have to get over both of those things.
As much of a wake-up call as this year was for me, I’ll miss it just as much as I miss the last one. The reasoning will just be a little different.
I’ll miss the comfort of knowing I still have two more years to figure things out. I’ll miss not having to pay rent. Or cook. Or clean more than a room the size of a cupboard. I’ll miss being one floor above or right across the street from all of my friends.
Having a house will be really nice, but the dorm life will be missed.
Lastly, I’ll miss the caf – just kidding, no I won’t.
I know I will miss this year, just not right now. Right now, I miss Murphy and all the consequences that came with living there. Next year, I’ll miss both Murphy and Millor and the shenanigans, though there weren’t many, that happened there too.
I guess what I’m trying to say is that being a sophomore was a lot more difficult than I was expecting it to be, but it was still one for the record books.
After all, this is the year I became the editor of the Arts & Life section, which I am so excited about and very grateful for.
I only have a few weeks left of sophomore year. I think I can tough out another month or so of this sophomore stuff before I pull up my big girl pants and go to work this summer.