Don’t Peak in Your First Year

I know. It’s exciting. You walk on campus and become consumed by the smell of alcohol and bad decisions. You parents were protective in high school and sitting at home with a plate of pizza rolls and a Wheel of Fortune marathon was your idea of a crazy Friday night. But you’re finally here. Finally free. Finally able to spin the Wheel of Blissful Regret on the Oxford Square. You can’t wait to call your hometown best friend about your drunken hookup or your first time smoking ” the drugs “. You can’t wait to have the experiences Netflix told you you should be having. But these are just thoughts that come on the first week, you know, the week before classes start. Fast forward two months and it’s Sunday night and you’re crying because that drunk hook up never called you back and you spent all your money on drugs that in way made you feel like that episode of Workaholics described it and you have a midterm tomorrow at 8am when you haven’t been to class in three weeks. Suddenly those long awaited bad decisions that you so desperately wanted to make, just become bad decisions. Suddenly it’s Friday night and you’re begging for a night in to watch GSN. Suddenly you realize that maybe being lame all those years wasn’t so bad.

Or maybe that’s just me…

Then vs. Then

During last semester, I changed so much as a person.. more than I thought anyone ever could in only four months. Reading my first ever daily write reminded me of just hoe excited I was to be at college. I was bright eyed and bushy tailed and ready to begin the best four years of my life. I had visions of drinking all weekend, sleeping all day, skipping class just enough to where I would still pass, I never thought that college could bring any “shitty first drafts” my way. Then shit hit the fan. In my final post last semester I reflect on EDHE, struggling with how much was expected of me in classes, and losing my grandmother. My first post was optimistic and naive quite frankly, picking Ole Miss because I didn’t like the color orange, but my last post gave me new reasons, real reasons, for why I picked Ole Miss; having the support from my friends like Fred, Jeremy, and Mary Catherine and being able to reply on professors like Prof. Jackson and Mrs. B gave me a whole new insight into what being a student at the University of Mississippi means to me. Between August 22nd and December 3rd, my faith was tested in more ways than one: why did she have to pass away so soon, why are these exams so hard, is college even right for me- but by December, my faith was stronger than ever. I knew Ole Miss is where I belonged. Not because they have my major and not because the color orange is no where on campus, but because even when everything goes wrong, this is still the only place I feel like I belong.

Intro Peer Review

The most helpful part of today was having a second pair of eyes look at it from an outsiders pov. Sometimes I struggle because I know what I am trying to say but no on else does. I was told to expand the anecdote about how I picked my major and give some more context on why we should care about major choice. It is helpful to have advice on where I should take my intro because that helps me know where I should take the whole paper in general. I also want to add a little bit more of “causes” and “effects” of major choice in my intro as well.

Bib Peer Review

I forgot to do the citation which was pointed out ever so nicely by Fred. I’m a little confused though because two people said my summary was very detailed and good and the other two said I needed to add more. I do think I need to provide a little bit more information about the source itself. I think I listed how the source will help in my paper well.

Synthesis Concerns

Honestly? My biggest concern is that I don’t care that much about what I’m writing. I got pretty into my pieces last semester, but I can’t really get into this paper. Also, I’m having diccifculites with my claim and what I’m actually trying to say in the paper. What’s my point in writing this? I don’t know what I’m trying to add to the conversation.

Being a Republican in College

We all know the sterotype of college professors and most of campus in general being extreamly liberal. And I would say for the most part, I have seen that to be true in my first semester at Ole Miss. As a person who leans more towards the side of Republican on the political party spectrum, and almost more importantly, as someone who identifies as Christian, peers and even some professors treat me differently. I feel sort of judged at times when I proclaim my unopopular opinions on political issues. I find this problematic because college is about learning, learning who you are, learning what you believe, but some professors only want you to learn what they believe and shoot down any other possibilities.

Equal? Greater Than.

I don’t really like gender issues. I don’t like talking about them or reading about them or sharing my opinion on them. And I think a lot of people are just like me and that’s the problem. I am most interested in one topic though: Has the Women’s Movement Left Men Behind?

Since gender issues are my least preferred from all of the myths, I probably won’t write about that. However, the above title hit me during class on Monday and got me thinking I could probably write a kick ass paper on it. In a society of Women’s Marches and fighting for Women’s Equality and trying to change the way the world sees women, are we doing men wrong by expecting them to keep the same role they have had since the beginning of time? Has the fight for equality gone too far the other direction? Are we fighting for equality, or are we fighting for women to have it better than men? And if it is the latter, are we just trying to get even for the hundreds of years we were treated unfairly? And if so, when does the cycle of abuse end? Or will we just go back and forth between who has power until the end of time?

Bridge Project Review

The project I read felt surface level. It seemed almost as an outside was writing this on America because everything in the project was wonderful things about America. While I believe there is no where else I would rather be, America has serious problems. This semester is about “Rereading America” and thinking more critically about the current state of our country and I’m not sure this project really did that. That being said, maybe her America is really just that different than mine. And if it is, I hope she knows how lucky she is.

New Semester, New Me ??

Goals:

* all A’s

* adventure more!

* stay organized

* money management

*healthier

but most importantly, live here. Home is a wonderful place and I am so thankful for it and my family and my friends back in Atlanta, but I live here now. I don’t need to constantly worry about what is going on back there or try to prove myself to any of them. I am working on putting myself first and not feeling bad for it. This is my new life and I love it, and I’m not going to let anyone take that away from me.