I’m back! School has been a tad crazy these past couple months and I’m only now reaching the point in the school year when I can catch a quick breath before I become a hermit and change my mailing address to that of the Perry-Castañeda Library.
Now that my little forward is out of the way, I’d like to draw your attention to an issue of utmost importance: relationships. This is not to say that I don’t like or don’t approve of relationships, this entry will serve more as an op-ed based on personal experience versus outwardly judging other people and their relationship preferences.
Let me preface this by saying that prior to coming to University, I had a wonderful boyfriend who was more than anything I could have ever imagined (we ended up dissolving the relationship about a month or two into first semester due to distance and time). But for real though, I couldn’t say a single bad thing about him.
For me, the final months in high school were sheer bliss; I was safely in to college and spent the majority of my time with my friends and then boyfriend because I knew my life would never be the same. (I also had just found out that my family decided to move back to the good ole’ U.S. of A., which only resulted in the separation being more painful.)
I recently read an article that described first semester freshman as ‘9th semester high school students’—it’s a transition period. College aint’ easy, honey; learning to think and act like a university student takes time. True to the description, I tried my hardest to cling on to the relationships I built in high school, when I should have been focusing more on forming new relationships.
Right around the time we broke up, I realized something that has carried with me to this day: the only thing constant is change. I no longer had time for two hour Skype conversations and I often found myself talking about the same mundane topics, where as we used to talk about anything and everything. What I didn’t realize then, was that he, along with my friends, and myself, were changing.
I couldn’t quite put my finger on it, but something was different. We are in new cities with new people and new adventures. As time went on, it was harder to make conversation because what we shared were memories, not new experiences.
After the relationship ended, I began to truly enjoy my freshman year; I was free to do what ever I wanted, whenever I wanted. I no longer felt the need to skip parties just so I wouldn’t miss the chance to tell him good night. Suddenly, I could make my own choices without having to consider what he thought—I was changing.
Here is my advice to those who wish to continue life in their perfect high school relationship is this: Good freakin’ luck.
In all seriousness, it’s your relationship, not mine. If you think you and your significant other can power through, be my guest. Don’t expect it to be easy. Try it out! See how you do. Relationships aren’t for everybody, but that’s not to say it doesn’t work!
So, here I am, still single (and enjoying every minute of it, duh), with only one month until I complete my freshman year. I can safely say I have made it through my 9th semester and have shed my high school self.
Occasionally I’ll glance back and some of the early messages he and I exchanged while we were dating. Sure, we romanticize our high school relationships, and hope they last forever, but hey, life happens—it’s all part of the fun.