I moved in to college on Friday, August 25th, 2017. It is now Saturday, September 2nd, 2017. Everyone is asking me to tell them about my first week of college and I am tired of having to type up the same paragraph or choosing things to say and forgetting whom I told what to, so here is everything:
Friday (AKA Move-In Day): I vlogged my whole morning (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tGvFh9dqUs4), but I barely vlogged during and after. As a result, I am only going to talk about during and after.
I got to UConn 20 minutes early and there was already a line of cars. My mom and I sat in it only for about five minutes until we got to the front, where a guy handed us a parking pass and directed us to where my dorm is (I am not going to reveal where I am living for safety purposes). There was a parking lot hugging my dorm building, so we turned in, but all the spots were filled, so we had to circle back and sit in the line again. When we found out where and how to check in, my mom dropped me off and I went inside the building and checked myself in. I got my keys as well as some flyers. Then, my mom and I pulled into the same parking lot we did before–but this time there was a spot in the FRONT! Score!
We unloaded my stuff and waited because we were told UConn students would come right up and help us. Well, we waited for 5-10 minutes before my mom asked me to take something up to my room so that we would know where to go and I could use my key for the first time. I took my comforter (might as well get something big out of the way) and headed up. I found my room fairly quickly and tried my key. It would not budge in the door. I tried it multiple times, tried taking it out and putting it back in, even asking someone else whom had already opened her door–and nothing. Luckily, there was a list of numbers to call under everyone’s room number plate, so I called the RA on duty. Wyatt got to me quickly and checked that I was at the right room in the right building before failing to open the door himself. So then I had to lug my comforter three flights down, across a courtyard, and back into the check-in building to get new keys. Luckily, they found the right ones and Wyatt took me back up to my room to check it before he left me to move the rest of my stuff in. Upon my mom’s request, I searched for and asked a group of the UConn helpers to help my mom and I move my stuff to my room. Three girls brought up all but my biggest suitcase because “we should probably get a guy to do it.” But no one came, so I carried that up three flights of stairs by myself.
In my room, my bed was not lofted while the other was, and since my roommate, Gwynne, wanted hers raised, I switched the beds. Meanwhile, my mom was worked up about the helpers obviously only volunteering for community service hours and all the waiting and such we had to do, but, of course, it did not even occur to me that I should be mad or stressed about those experiences. So, I started moving my stuff in.
Unfortunately, though, by that time, I only had 1/2 (one out of two) hours left to move in before Gwynne arrived (we split it up so we each got half the move-in time). I did the best I could and finished all my big to-do’s (like making my bed and hanging my closet curtain), but when Gwynne arrived, my desk was junked up. Well, I left for two hours. During that time, I went to CVS as well as the campus bookstore. When I returned to my dorm, my mom left and I was alone with Gwynne.
Immediately, I uncovered that I would be ‘the loud one’ in the roommate relationship between Gwynne and I. Most of my friends are outgoing, extroverted people, so being ‘the loud one’ is uncomfortable for me. Also, since Gwynne is shy (she told me herself), I knew the last thing I should do is pry information out of her. This leaves things rather quiet….and confusing…like is there tension or peaceful silence? I really do not know. Nevertheless, I invited her to all the meals and events I went to, and she followed me around in silence unless I asked her a question. I have to say, though, the confusion about whether or not there is tension between us did not start on Friday because I was in one of my rare talkative moods. I think I made a good first impression that way. Or maybe I was just annoying. Haha, whatever.
The events we went to were dinner, a hall meeting, and convocation.
It took me two hours to fall asleep that night.
Saturday: There were a ton of planned events. Most all were optional, a couple not, but all were scheduled to help us freshman acclimate as smoothly as possible to the UConn environment.
In the morning, everyone went to the Great Lawn to take the class of 2021 picture (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RP7hQa3tQ90). I was on the left edge of the first letter ‘n.’ Everyone was then taken to an auditorium where we watched a presentation on sexual assault and bystander intervention. I skipped lunch to head to my choir audition. Next, I decided to participate in a campus tour. I figured this one (I was given a tour over the summer at orientation) would be more detailed or we would be taken to the spots we would most likely go to the most. Nope. The leaders were awful–as in, they knew no facts about anything and never stopped us to tell us anything; we just wandered in and out of buildings whose names and functions we did not know. So, I left the group early and went back to my dorm until the Rainbow Center (LGBT organization) open house. So many people beamed about the Rainbow Center, so I thought I had better check it out. I am glad I did because everyone was positive and welcoming. There was a panel of people whom work there whom answered questions and told us their stories. When it was over, because no other events interested me, I walked back to my dorm and continued to put the stuff on my desk away (I did this little by little and I think I finished on Sunday or Monday).
I think Saturday was the day when I really started to do my own thing because of the choir audition. (Choir is not popular, as I understand it.)
Sunday: Sunday held very little activities I was interested in, so I spent most of my time mapping out where my classes are, going on my computer, and putting my stuff away little by little. I probably would have put all my stuff away before then, but it is awkward when someone is in the room with you and you can feel them watching your every move…plus dropping something is embarrassing. Anyway, the only scheduled event I attended was the welcome event presented by the dean of my specific college (College of Agriculture, Health and Natural Resources).
I am happy to say I had no trouble finding my way around campus with my map. I love when I pass familiar buildings on my way to a new one.
Monday (AKA my first day of college): My first college morning, I went to the gym. Unfortunately, the walk is 10-15 minutes depending on my pace, but at least I do not have to warm up when I get there!
When I went to my first class at 10:10AM, there was an obvious change in population. Over the weekend, people were at events or in their dorm rooms, so the sidewalks were fairly empty; during the week, there was always someone on the sidewalk. Luckily, because I had already mapped out where my classes were, I confidently made it to class 10 minutes early.
In high school, me being 10 minutes early (which was typical of me) meant I was the first one besides the teacher to get to class. In college, me being 10 minutes early means 50-75% of the class is already there and I look like a slacker. Is it an east coast, college, or UConn thing?
Only one out of my five classes had the syllabus available to read over the summer, but I figured my first day of college classes would consist of learning course content and I would be expected the read the syllabus the teacher would upload online, on my own time. But no. Literally all my teachers–oops, professors–did the first day was go over the syllabus. Like really? I could have read that myself. (And for one of my classes, I did.) Oh well. The syllabus stressed me out enough because there are two parts to my statistics course and three to my chemistry course, plus online homework and stuff I have to download and materials I have to buy and ahhhh. Literally I had acne on my face the next day. Thanks, UConn. 😛
In between classes, if there was enough time, I returned back to my dorm because I am a total homebody and am used to spending most of my time in my room. Unfortunately, Gwynne also likes to spend most of her time in her room (More like all her time. If she is not at class, she is in the dorm. I have literally never seen her go to the dining hall since those first two days when we went together). This leads me to the rest of the week…
Tuesday: Nothing about this day stands out to me. I went to the gym (I went every day this week, so this will be the last time I type it out) and to my classes. This is probably when I became confused about whether or not there is tension between Gywnne and me, and also when I began to avoid my dorm room and figured out where the library is. The fourth floor is totally my new home because it is the silent floor and the desks literally have walls around them like offices. I do not even notice the other people there! Oh, and I also began to try to eat at weird times so as to avoid the mobs of hungry college students. I did that throughout the rest—actually, I am still doing that.
Wednesday (prepare yourself): Worst. Day. Ever. I am telling you! Wednesday is my favorite day of the week, but for some reason everything went wrong last Wednesday.
I rushed my morning so that I could pick up this iClicker I ordered, because my chem professor said we were going to use it that day (in the syllabus it says iClicker points cannot be made up, so I knew I had to have that thing for that class). I picked it up, booked it back to my dorm to pick up my backpack, and by the time I got there, I was literally sweating–almost to the point of dripping. (I had just showered, too!) Even worse, after already tired and sweating, I then had to book it to my first class (not chemistry), where I was two minutes late (the TA got there at the exact same time as me…). In chem, WE DID NOT EVEN USE THE ICLICKERS. MY TEACHER LITERALLY WENT OVER THE SYLLABUS A SECOND TIME BUT WITH A POWERPOINT THIS TIME.
Later on, I had to book it to another class and was almost late for that. (I am never late, so why that day was I late to everything?)
About two and a half hours before my last class (the one I just described being almost late to), I decided I would get some laundry done. I figured it would only take an hour because my washer and dryer at home only take 30 minutes each. When I put my clothes in the washer, I saw some guy putting his clothes in 2/2 dryers available. I did not think it was a big deal that he took both the dryers because since we put our stuff in at the same time, they should be done at the same time. Right? Wrong. Turns out that guy set the machines to 60 minutes. I had class, though, so I had to remove my wet clothes from the washer after they finished washing, put them back in my laundry basket, into my dorm room, and then leave them there to go to class. After class, I went back to my building and checked that there was an available dryer. I saw that 1/2 dryers was open, so I–without putting my backpack down or anything–rushed up to my dorm room, grabbed my basket, and filled the dryer with my clothes. I finished putting my stuff in there and started the machine, only to look up and see Gwynne. It becomes clear to me at that point in time that Gwynne had put her clothes in the washer not long ago and they just finished, and I took her dryer (AWKWARD).
Well, the joke is on me, because I sat down at the provided table and chairs in that laundry room for TWO HOURS and THE DRYER DID NOT EVEN DRY MY CLOTHES. Like was it just spinning my clothes around for two hours?? This was my breaking point. I was so done. I brought my wet clothes up to my room and headed to a Rainbow Center event, and I am so glad I went because I was on the verge of tears and that event saved my day. The people there were awesome, and we talked and played games for an hour.
The world was not done hating me yesterday, though, because I tried knocking on my RA’s door to ask her about the drying situation (the sign on her door said she was in), but she did not answer. I returned twice more to her door before giving up and emailing her. Also, something I found out later was that the long paragraph I spent probably 15-30 minutes typing up for my mom about how bad my day was while I was in the laundry room earlier did not even send! I could not wait to get to bed and have it be Thursday.
(I took this from an email I sent my best friend the day of and edited it to sound nicer.)
Thursday: This was a good day for me. Other than finding out that the negative nancy I met in my chem lecture would be someone I would see 4/5 days a week (because she is also in my discussion & lab groups for that class [lucky me]), then finding out I would actually see her 5/5 days a week because she is in both of my Thursday classes, I began to build my social life. For example, I caught up with this guy named Branden whom I met at orientation about a month earlier. We have this seminar class together (not really a class, but technically it is). It was nice to see a familiar face and to have someone to talk to. I am definitely more of a listener than a talker, but I gotta talk or my voice feels weird (and it should; you can become mute if you stop talking for too long). I also chatted with this girl whom lives in my hall and whom I have seen around campus quite a few times, Emily, the night before and texted her a little on Thursday. (I would have mentioned her earlier, but I figured seven paragraphs were enough for one day.)
By Thursday, I was familiar with the popular/important spots on campus and got help from the school-provided tech service (it really works!).
Friday: I knew I should not have been, but I was stressed. Without the teacher writing the homework on the board everyday, I did not know whether or not I was prepared for class or if I should have started on something I had not started yet. Luckily, stress was the only thing that “went wrong.” I had two easy class sessions where all I did was take notes, checked out a graphing calculator from my statistics professor, did some work at the library, picked up three packages from the mail room, then headed out to experience the hyped-up sunset yoga on horsebarn hill.
Yoga was definitely my favorite part of the day. I was interested to try it because I never have and wanted to de-stress. On the way there, I met two girls, Betsy and Roselyn, with whom I got to catch up on all the talking I never got to do during the past week. That lead to a peaceful hour of self-reflection and quiet, then more talking afterwards. If I find any pictures or videos of that night, I will post them here; as for now, just take my word for it that the view from horsebarn hill is beautiful. Can they do that every Friday?
- Dining: I have no idea what people are talking about college food being horrible. There are some tasty, healthy options here. It is not all pizza and burgers. Plus, the dining halls are big, clean, and accommodating.
- Social Life: It was slow and is still on its way there, but my social life has definitely improved over the past week.
- Classes: They are slow and easy as of now. I think keeping up with the work is going to be the hard part.
- Gym: It is nice and big and there are always machines open. I observed that there were less and less gym-goers as the week went on. It also got colder and colder each morning.
- Roommate Situation: I am still confused, but Gwynne and I are on good terms as far as I know of. Like I said before, I am not too thrilled about Gwynne being in the dorm every second she possibly can be, but then again, it is her room. I hope she finds some friends or something, though! I do not see us becoming close, but you never know. If she puts in a satisfactory amount of effort in the future, I will definitely consider the possibility of us becoming close. (Why do I sound like a textbook?)
- Ice Cream: The UConn campus-made dairy bar ice cream is well-known. Personally, I do not taste a difference from store-bought ice cream, but I also loved ice cream before coming here. Now I just have to avoid the ice cream station set up at every dining hall…*she types as she eats some two hours later*
- Campus: Gorgeous! What else can I say? Just look up ‘UConn storrs campus’ and you will see for yourself! I love the green extensive nature and the brick buildings because that is not something I saw in my hometown of Irvine, CA.
- People: Everyone I have met has been nice. Negative nancy may have complained a billion times, but she was still nice to me. (I know her name, but am purposely leaving it out.)
- Weather: Cold in the mornings and at night, but warm during the day. I like the weather. The daytime is my favorite because it is sunny and hot, stays at a comfortable temperature because of the cool breeze.
- Noise: So far my building has been quiet. Did I get lucky? Nah, I bet it is just because it is the first week. But I would not know yet.
If I left anything out, let me know and I will add it!