Reflections on my time at Binghamton University (now I’m an adult, came in as kid, the differences now and then).

Okay, wow.  I really don’t know how to start.

Guys, I don’t know..let me just keep it short.

When I came here I was twenty years old.  I didn’t know anything.  I still don’t know much, but at least now I feel like I can take on whatever, whenever.  I started off wanting to be an English major.  I tried out some psychology courses, found out it wasn’t for me, then declared the English major.

Just making that decision to “try” out another major was a little scary, you know?  Because things go through your head; I was thinking I might get hindered a little bit, that I’d be behind schedule. 

I found out you make your own schedule in life.

I took a bunch of English courses, some creative writing courses.  I found a job downtown (that’s another thing, looking for a job yourself, checking the classifieds, learning the bus schedule to meet the employers, setting up your resume, all these things I had to do, because it was just me over here.  The Career Development Center (CDC), teachers, and maybe, if you’re lucky, some older people who go here and who’ve been around can show you the ropes).  It was all this huge learning process, like everything else.

This internship I’m doing now, it’s also something that helped me see what I can do, that I could be a part of a group of people with tasks on their hands and show results.  I learned some responsibility; it’s like practise for when I get out of college.

I took some chances.  I joined a school paper.  I met so many people.  On campus and on the streets downtown.  Hey, you know how people say life starts when you’re twenty?  I wasn’t always the biggest fan of that idea, but now, okay, I can see it.  I don’t know why, but life all of a sudden really feels like it’s just starting, like now, I can do the things I want to do if I try, like I might just get what I want.

It’s the first time I’ve ever felt this way.