On the day I am writing this, I am now a fully registered student at UT Austin! I went to orientation on Thursday and Friday of this week and even though I was actually not excited to go–I am so glad I did.
Over the past few weeks, the idea of going back to school has been a weight upon my shoulders. Transferring made me less excited to go to UT than I was when I started in Chicago and actually caused me to dread orientation. Most people are over the moon to go to a new college but I guess at this point I was a little disillusioned by the idea of having to learn the ins and outs of yet another city all over again, figure out how to drive again and make all new friends. I missed the people I met in Chicago and the security of being somewhere you were used to.
To make matters even worse, my grandpa also passed away last Sunday and so I just wasn’t in the mood to go and socialize with a bunch of strangers when I’d rather just stay home. I called admissions and tried to get out of both orientation and my major because signing up for anthropology was a huge mistake on my part. I was not about to sign up for classes studying a bunch of dead folks. At the end of my little adventure I was stuck crying on the phone to an admissions advisor who was nice enough to not hang up on me–there was nothing for me to do except go to orientation and pray my advisor would have mercy on me.
All in all I was the most unenthused person to be at orientation–which ended up not being that terrible in the first place. Transfer orientation is nothing like freshman orientation where they baby you and walk you from place to place. Here they give us a list of tasks and expect them to all be completed before such and such time. You’re supposed to be an adult and not get lost (which was absolutely impossible for me and my lack of direction).
Things took a major turn for the better once I finally made it to my College and met a few incredibly nice and gracious individuals who got me a tad more pumped up about being in Liberal Arts. After going to art school, Liberal Arts actually felt more like home than any of the other colleges I’d seen on campus with a decently small group of nice and open people. It wasn’t the same, but it seemed to be somewhere I could definitely fit in and call home for the next few years. They were also more willing to move me into another major once I’d decided that I didn’t necessarily need an internal transfer.
As of right now I am happy to be a College of Liberal Arts student otherwise known as COLA (if you didn’t figure out what that meant yet). I’m leaning towards a major in psychology and getting all my ducks in a row to move into my apartment in August. Everything seems to be looking up and I wish I had seen that it would be alright in the first place. Nothing was ever as bad as I thought it was and everything always seems to turn out okay if you give it enough time. I needed to take a step back and see the bigger picture before I completely freaked-the-heck-out.
That is basically why my blog has been so quiet over the past week. Registration was also a trip in itself because transfers get the last pick of any classes and so I have kind of a strange schedule–taking everything from Czech to neuropsychology to circuit aerobics…My first semester will definitely not be a boring one!
Before I go, I hope you enjoy some candids of me and my crazy dog, and I will talk to you all soon!