My first semester at Gally pretty much sucked. RJ would tell people that I was gonna quit at one point, and that is only half true! I merely wondered what the hell I was doing there. I was pretty unhappy. Not homesick, so that was good -- you had to have a home to be homesick when away from it, but that's a whole 'nother entry! So anyway, I wondered why I was there since I'd expected so much before I came. It was pretty much "That's it, this is what people have been telling me about Gally? What a gyp!"
So I struggled with myself. I stayed in the closet with Elizabeth. I cried myself to sleep once or twice... a month, I suppose. I lost 12 lbs, which wasn't good. I was failing a class -- it was FYS/Critical Thinking and Writing in English... or some shit like that. It was also in Honors, jeez. I abhorred it. Most of it was the consequences I drew myself (i.e., not reading necessary materials, missing classes, etc) and the professors weren't great either.
People had warned me that the first semester would suck, but I just didn't expect it would suck that much. All in all, I pulled through with a 3.0, just on the line where I can still stay in the Honors program and still apply for VRS support. I told the truth when people asked me how my first semester was -- it was just shoddy, but I came back for the second semester anyway and I loved it all right.
Here are some pictures from the past year at Gally:
Mandie and I, after dressing up in some girl's prom dress -- and yes, that is my own wig.
Elisy and I on my bed.
Meredith and I up in some tower... in... where the hell were we? I forgot, oh well :) keep an eye out for a comment from her explaining this photo!
Me in the Honors lounge, hard at work!
The Union Station, when there's nothing else to do on a Saturday at Gally!!
There are zillions of pictures, but they are either the same over and over, or just piccies where I look crappy in :)
1 comment:
I don't care how crappy the pictures are, I want to see them one day! :) Umm... yeah, one does not comprehend the reality of how the first semester always sucks, no matter how many times people tell you. I should know, I was there. I had the same experience. It comes down to this simple sentence: you just had to be there. What I worry about is quitting after one semester. That is just simply not the answer. In time you will find yourself, it just takes time. Yes, Gally is different now, but so is everything else... our way of life is different too. I'm just glad you did not quit! I like the US pic!! :)
RJ
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