Thinking back four years ago: What it was like to move to Springfield

April 18, 2013 in Uncategorized

Lately, little by little, I’ve been packing to move out of Wallace Hall and away from Drury – for real, this time – and I can’t help but think about how this experience feels compared to when I was a senior in high school preparing to move away from all my friends and family, my hometown, and most importantly, my home. This might go without saying, but as a senior in college, I feel a lot more confident this time around, and certainly a lot more ready.

My suitemates and I – this was our very first night at Drury. I don’t look scared at all – because I’m not!

One thing that I will never forget as a senior in high school is how afraid I felt the summer before I came to Drury. Before being accepted into the Living Learning Communities in Sunderland Hall, I even considered commuting from an hour away just because I was that nervous about making new friends and finding my place. I had no idea that in just a few short years I would be an RA, the president of a student organization, trying out sorority life, and more. I didn’t give myself enough credit in the beginning – after all, I was just as normal as the rest of my soon-to-be Drury classmates. Well, okay, ‘normal’ isn’t the right word, but that’s beside the point.

So much changed in the first few weeks at Drury, let alone that first year. I became almost obsessed with my new life, even though I still went home every weekend. I experienced all the same things that I watch freshman at Drury go through now: breakups (basically, very few high school couples stay together through college, or even in the first semester – sorry high school lovebirds, it is what it is), changes in personality, new best friends… the list goes on. It honestly wasn’t long before I forgot about the life I left behind in Branson, Missouri; for better or worse, it pretty much stayed that way.

Basically, I was scared as all get out and sad, too – but Drury was so incredible even in the first hour of move-in day that I never looked back. The real difference is that this time I’ll be looking back a lot.

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