Here’s the truth: college is fantastic. But that does not exempt you from the anxiety, adversity, and occasional “funks” that everyone experiences at some point in their lifetimes. As gross as those lower moments may seem, they do a better job than most at teaching us about resilience, perspective, humility, and faith.
I have been back in the ‘burbs for about a week now, readjusting to life without late-night crepes and stressed-out insomniacs. Now that I have returned home and given myself some distance to reflect on my first year at WashU, I believe a summary post is in order.
In hindsight, Writing I was one of my favorite classes this year, and apart from reminding me how much I love to express myself through the written word, it challenged me to tighten up my sentence structure, employ stronger verbs, and play with more poetic writing styles.
Course registration (noun): the overwhelming nightmare of selecting but five courses (sometimes four) out of hundreds offered; whittling your innumerable choices down to five that 1. do not interfere with one another on the timetable, 2. help you fulfill requirements, both generally and in areas of study, 3. are at least mildly interesting, and 4. still have seats available.
As I alluded to above, sleep has become a rare commodity in my life. So Tuesday night, when it was a matter of napping or attending Freshman Finale, you could bet the former option was quite tempting.
It’s safe to say I owe my roommate Bria for dragging me down to College Hall with her.
Now that I have gotten all the blue powder out of my ears, I would like to tell you how I spent my afternoon (no, I was not at a Smurf convention, but good try).
The anthropologist Margaret Mead once said, “Never doubt that a small group of thoughtful, committed citizens can change the world. Indeed, it is the only thing that ever has.”
The Saturday before last, the much-anticipated annual Res College Olympics (RCO) hit the ground running with a 5K around campus (pun oh-so intended). For a group who had woken up early Saturday morning to the sounds of banging pots and pans, and—at least in my case—a trumpet, we took off with a surprising amount of energy once we got the go-ahead.
Last night, instead of heading to the frats or enjoying dinner at a restaurant, I went to Francis Field for WashU’s annual Relay for Life. And what an experience it was.
What could possibly be more practical than having the ability to think? And with that in mind, what would you prefer? Studying for your career? Or studying what you love and gaining invaluable experience in a variety of disciplines? I prefer the latter, and I am glad that though WashU is a research institution, it makes a liberal arts education possible.
Seventy years after the liberation of Auschwitz, the world has reached a pivotal moment in history: likely the last major anniversary where the survivors will be with us, world leaders, anti-genocide activists, and the survivors themselves journeyed to the largest Nazi death camp this January to commemorate the liberation. In the days and months following this significant anniversary, ceremonies and services took […]
Hey, guys! I’m Sophie, your friendly neighborhood history nerd, and I am psyched to be joining the WUSTL 360 writing team. As a freshman in the College of Arts & Sciences, I love studying everything from international human rights and foreign affairs to education and writing. Currently a history major, I am considering focusing my academic […]