A retrospective narrative of my freshman year as told by fandom gifs. What follows is kind of long–after all, it is the complete, unabridged (okay, slightly abridged) story of my first year of college. While I could’ve split it up, I decided to get all of it out there in one single post. Without further adieu, here’s my year in gifs!
So you’re about to start college, huh? It’s been a long time coming.
Time to get excited!
You’ll miss your friends and family, but Thanksgiving is only three months away.
Maybe you get a tad bit emotional thinking about leaving them for the time being, though.
Still, college is nothing you can’t handle, right?
You get to campus, and all of a sudden, you feel so free.
O-week: since classes haven’t started yet, freshmen are going out and testing their newfound freedom (to put it lightly).
All of a sudden, you feel the need to become much, much more “fun.”
Everyone’s secretly wondering how to make new friends. What’s the secret?
You look around, wondering who might be your pal for life slash future maid of honor.
But then you realize you shouldn’t be so picky and try to woo every potential friend you meet.
Maybe your roommate situation doesn’t turn out to be ideal…
Or maybe your roommate becomes your best friend.
Either way, you’ll probably be hitting the dining hall together at first because it’s easier that way.
But at some point, you’ll probably feel like this…
Still, excitement is the dominant emotion. The libraries!
The clubs! (mostly a capella)
All of the possible adventures you can go on with your new best friend(s)!
But soon, it’s the first day of class, and you can’t help but feel a little nervous.
But caffeine should get you going.
Your first few points in class probably reiterate what that knowledgable upperclassman just said.
And you wonder if the rambler in the front row just likes to hear him/herself talk.
You wonder how some people go out every. single. night.
And soon, you go to your first frat party.
You get all pumped because of what you’ve seen in Neighbors, Animal House, Greek, or 22 Jump Street.
But then you realize that frat parties are kind of sloppy and maybe a little overrated.
Soon enough, you’re perfectly fine with staying in on the weekend. Even if you feel a tiny bit guilty.
You try to keep up with your friends’ love lives, but they’re hard to follow.
You never quite know what’s going on there.
You would think dating should be easy.
You think you know what to expect.
But you’re still just as confused as ever, honestly.
Eventually, the infamous Northeastern winter rolls around.
Walking to class becomes more difficult…
And rush week is a struggle…
But maybe you feel invigorated by the below-freezing temperatures.
Before you know it, it’s already springtime.
And you want to tell every single person who doubted you that winter is still your favorite season.
The sun comes back out right when it’s time to start studying for finals.
You require absolute silence for optimal focus. That means you too, roommate.
You go to office hours for the class you never paid attention in and just know that the TA is judging you.
Everyone starts getting on your nerves because all you want to do is crawl into bed and ignore reality.
You complain about how unprepared you are, and your friends tell you it’s gonna be okay.
You also have loads of other assignments to complete, all conveniently due on the same day.
You start to feel like you might be going a little insane, or possibly stir-crazy.
Then you hand in that last exam and you’re done.
Your grades turn out to be pretty decent… Even pretty good!
You celebrate the end of the year with friends (hellooo, Slope Day).
And have to say goodbye for the summer as they slowly trickle off campus.
Everyone asks if you can believe that it’s the end of the year–your first year in college.
You look back and see that though time flew by, you had a pretty great freshman experience.
And you realize that as cheesy as it sounds, you learned how important it is to ignore what “typical” college kids “should be” doing. You’re proud that you’ve stayed true to who you are, even (or especially) if that’s a winter-loving homebody who spends too much time reading for fun and collecting fandom gifs on the internet.
Well said, Emma Swan. Well said.
P.s. Most of these gifs were found on giphy.com
P.p.s. I’m not 100% sure where the rest of them came from
P.p.p.s. I’ll try to go back and credit, but I’m sure nobody’s really reading this whole thing anyway