My First Week at OSU
As a girl from Bozeman, Montana, coming to Ohio was a major change. The humidity, the size, the landscape, the culture…yeah, it was all pretty new to me. But new does not mean bad. In fact, new in this case meant exciting, fun, interesting, different. Of course, I can tell you the clichés: I have made new friends, I like my classes, I have learned that college is a lot different than high school, etc.
So… the less cliché things? I adore my roommate. OSU probably paired us because of our willingness to talk about our experiences with mental illness or maybe because neither of us are into parties or having a crazy time. Our definition of a crazy time is having a large pizza delivered to our room and eating the entire thing between the two of us in fifteen minutes, followed by a lot of laughs and jokes and a ridiculous visit to the ER just to get an emergency supply of medication for two days, which was then followed by 2 a.m. milkshakes. Just like that, memories made. I have also finally begun to figure out the bus systems and I have definitely realised what a privilege air conditioning is after a week of 90 degree weather.
The truth is, I have been ready to come to college for many years now. I outgrew high school pretty quickly and wanted a new challenge, more opportunities, more time to build my life the way I want it to be. So, college is what I needed. After seeing a few presentations at Short North Stage, spending a few days at the Drake Performance Center, laughing late at night with my roommate and other friends, learning some tap dance, and being exposed to a new community, and all in just a couple weeks, I have already found that this place is where I should be. Cheesy, maybe, but I feel like I will do well here, and that’s really the best thing I could ask for.