Dear First Year,
Right now, as I procrastinate studying for my Econ final, I can't even fully comprehend everything I've experienced, and grasp just how much you've taught me. I remember, just last summer, when I saw you right across the horizon. I waved, but you didn't wave back, and then suddenly, you were right in front of me, embracing me, and it all happened so fast. I guess you could call it a whirlwind romance.
At first, I was ecstatic to meet you. Everything was so exciting, and new, and I didn't know what to expect. I was just happy to be here with you. You introduced me to so many new friends. You opened my eyes to a world much more different than the one I had lived in for all my life. You led me to a different stage of my life, and I really felt like I was turning to a new chapter. Then, I admit, I started feeling insignificant. I felt like you had abandoned me, but it was tough love; I understand that now. I didn't know what I was doing, and I felt so lost, but I realize now that it's okay to not know everything. I felt scared and insecure when I compared myself to others, so it was hard. But you taught me the importance of perseverance and determination, because working hard is far greater than mere intelligence. You taught me to laugh at my mistakes. You taught me that rejections are inevitable, and after a few too many, it’s okay to cry a little, but it’s also healthy to laugh a little too.
Afterwards, I began enjoying my time with you again. We went to the beach, rock-climbed, bonded over bonfires (to list a few activities,) and then I realized I should have been taking advantage of all I had available to me. But that's okay. As our time together nears its end, I’m glad you taught me so much since I still have so much more to learn.
Even though the year isn't over yet, with only 7 days left, I wanted to say thanks for everything. If I don't see you again, it's been swell.
Love always,
Irene
