This past weekend I spent a lot of time reflecting. Maybe it’s caused I watched Mulan. I have no idea.
But seriously, I have spent time focusing on what I want to get out my next few years in college. I went to the ‘Become-A-Bear’ weekend in Grand Junction. One of the guys asked me why I went on the trip… I was kind of stunned. That question took me aback. Why did I go? Then I realized, it is because I love seeing people excited about college. Cheesy? Maybe. True? Totally. The way students react when they see what life will be like in college away from their families is something that I get unnaturally excited for. People are continually astounded by all the different options UNC has for housing. From The brand new North and South Halls, to the classic Harrison, there are options for everyone and for every need. I didn’t plan on being ‘that guy’ when it came to housing and living on campus, but that is what I’ve become over the last two years.
Reflecting on my choices. I may not be the nicest person ever, but I’ve been able to develop some very strong friendships here at UNC. Anyone who knew me in high school can attest to this, but I’ve never been the guy with plans every night of the week. But I’ve come out of my shell and made those lasting friendships that you really only see in corny 80’s Brat Pack movies. I didn’t see myself being like that, but now I am. And I couldn’t be happier about it. From cutting my hair in someone’s bathroom at 1 in the morning, to having enough coffee to make you feel like you’re going to explode, I am making those memories that people talk about later in life.
Once and a while I get on these random tangents, and I wonder what my life would be like if I didn’t get connected early in my college career with things that I was passionate about. Then I wonder, why should I care? I have a great life and I wouldn’t regret any of the stupid decisions I’ve made if they’ve led me where I am today.
Maybe through my reflection this week I've seen who I am inside?
A great guy with great friends who loves what I do.
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