The saga continues. Or the fairy tale. Or epic. Or whatever you want to call it.
I’d go with fairy tale. I’ve been a lucky gal thus far in life.
So, as a senior in high school, I had my heart set on going to UNC-Chapel Hill. Bad news: I didn’t get in. Good news: I had decided on whim to apply to NYU at the 11th hour. I’ll let you take a wild guess as to what influenced that whim. Take a look at the last post for some hints…
So kids, things can work out even if you don’t get into your first choice of school. Things might even work out better than you imagined.
I moved up here in August of 2004, the same sticky, 90 degree weekend as the Republican National Convention. In my 18 year old naivete, I thought I knew what living on one’s own was all about, but move in weekend was a huge shock. My parents said they had never seen me so overwhelmed…which explains why I probably didn’t get the memo that I debit card could be used as cash until a few months later (I thought you only used a debit card to get cash out of an ATM).
I got randomly paired with two awesome roommates, Michelle and Katie, who were English/Creative Writing and Musical Theater majors, respectively. Not only were they great people, but Michelle could edit all of my papers (thank you for teaching me all of the finer points of the MLA handbook) and Katie’s homework was singing, dancing, and other music-y things (and I got to play along). I like to think I got an education in musical theater and grammar by association seeing as lived with the two for three years. I highly recommend living with people who are not the same major as you.
[Fun Fact: Katie was in the same studio and year as Lady Gaga until Gaga, then known as Stefani, left to pursue a pop music career, which obviously panned out ok.]
I put a lot of pressure on myself in college to do really well in school. I wanted to work so painstakingly hard that I wouldn’t look back at college and think “well, maybe if I studied a little harder, I could have done x, y, or z.” I wanted to make sure I had all the opportunities that my ability would allow me to have. So, I became besties with Bobst Library.
Most things I did were very planned, calculated, and scheduled – there was no spontaneity in my book. If I had to sum up college for me it was “cold execution.”
Below is a bullet list of things that I’m somewhat embarrassed to say I did all in the name of academic excellence:
1) I scored 10 points below the class average on my first physics test (I was terrible at physics, but really excelled in biochemistry and organic chemistry). My solution? Get a tutor and attend two recitations taught by different TAs to make sure I got all of the information that I could, with one of those recitations being at 8 am. In hindsight, why did I feel the need to go to more class when I was already taking 19 hours? #nerdalert #gunner
2) As a sophomore, I really placed all of my happiness and self worth on test scores and grades (more on that probably in next post). I guess I didn’t have the emotional intelligence (the “EQ”) to handle school and tennis…so I took a semester off of tennis. My teammates were really wonderful to me about it as was my coach.
3) I think I “trained” for the MCAT like people train for a marathon. I took 10 practice tests on either a Friday, Saturday, or Sunday (depending on tennis schedule) and always took them at 9 am to “simulate” testing conditions. The week before the test I got up at the same time I would for the test and ate the same breakfast. I also chewed the same gum – mint mohjito orbit and changing pieces with each section.
I rewrote notes for organic chemistry three times over, I used all those different colored pens (the German ones they sell at Staples), I studied over the summer sometimes (omg, I am so lame), I had papers written at least two weeks before the due date (term papers that is) so I could edit appropriately…
Ok, so I’ll stop there to save a little bit of my reputation.
…Mostly because I want to focus on TV now. Dance Moms…so riveting.
I learned a lot between my sophomore and junior years…about how to handle more things at once and how to be happy outside of academic or athletic excellence. Maybe that will be the next part of this epic tale, unless you people are like “PLEASE GOD STOP WITH THE LIFE STORY.”
TELL ME: ABOUT YOUR COLLEGE ROOMMATES? TEAMMATES? THE GOOD, THE BAD, THE UGLY? HOW WOULD YOU SUM UP COLLEGE FOR YOURSELF? DO YOU WANT THIS SERIES TO STOP OR ANYTHING IN PARTICULAR ABOUT PRE-MED OR MED SCHOOL LIFE YOU WANT TO HEAR ABOUT?
My roommates and teammates were all amazing and still some of my best friends. I was so lucky.
Until next time..