Hola. Let me walk you through my raging emotions in the last 24 hours since I’ve started this blog thing, Inside Out style (because why not):
Uncertainty: Yesterday was FDOC (First Day of Class), as in the only day I will ever be a freshman in college on the first day of school. The gravitas of that is too much. So my friend Kevin and I were walking around campus trying to figure out where classes were. In the middle of this adventure, we got distracted and just sat in a pitch dark lecture hall near the engineering school talking about boyfriends and hometowns and acne, and I started angsty-ranting about wanting to start a blog because I was…
Fear: Because I was afraid. Afraid that I would quit. Afraid that it would be super lame. Afraid that no one would possibly want to know what it’s like to be a college student at Duke. I’ve been thinking about it since forever, but I’m also a hormonal teenage girl with too much time to be afraid and too little time to actually do things. Except I’ve pitched this blog into the meme-filled cesspool of the Internet, and the deed is done. Woah.
So let me tell you why I want to have a blog, or why I want to have this blog.
Resolve: When I was applying to colleges a year ago (read: good luck, seniors. I’m rooting for you, but I’m also very happy to be a freshman again), I think I googled almost every possible combination of terms for Duke University in a frantic mission to figure out my life plan (nbd). There are lots of articles (maybe too many?) about Coach K and Duke basketball players in the NBA, but almost everything about this glorious institution was distributed by adults and official Duke administration. College is filled with hip 18 to 22 year olds. I wanted to hear about frat parties and the confusing freshman meal plan and tenting for the Duke v. UNC basketball game (more on that later). I wanted to hear from the students.
And here we are.
Joy : I am SO excited. Like literally. Right after I decided on a name for this blog yesterday, I dragged my roommate Zoe outside our dorm and Kevin took pictures of us with a fancy camera. Then I went to do yoga for the first time in my life.
That’s her, on the right. I’m wearing the overalls. We both live in Randolph (we’re the Randolphins) and our room is tiny, but beautiful and centrally air-conditioned. Zoe’s from Georgia, and she knows all the Georgians at Duke. We had a milk-and-cereal party in our dorm at 11PM yesterday while video chatting her friend Ben from University of Georgia.
Sustained joy: My class doesn’t start until 3PM today, so I’ve just been lying in bed, being excited about this blog. My computer’s about to run out of battery.
Welcome to college,