Think back to your classes in high school. You know that quiet chick in every class, the one that never raises her hand or speaks? The one that had little to no friends and wasn’t really on any team or part of any club? Yeah, that was me. Key word: was.
See, one of my goals for the next four years is to not be the girl I was in high school. I’m not going to be super shy (aka borderline antisocial) or afraid to speak my mind in a classroom setting. I’m not going to be hesitant to make new friends. I’m glad that I have a clean slate at college, a fresh start, an empty canvas. It’s not too late to begin this journey in a completely different way than when I started high school.
This is why I was ecstatic about Club Day last week. I wasn’t part of a club in high school and that stopped me from meeting new people and trying new things. So on Club Day I decided to actually do something with the dozens of clubs that were represented.
I signed up for Circle K (a community service, key club type of thing) for several reasons. 1) My friend joined and persuaded me to do the same. 2) I figured it was about time I did something for the community instead of sitting on my butt and feeling sorry for the world when I can put myself in a position to help. 3) Clubs = meeting new people = making lifelong friends.
I also signed up for SASA (South Asian Student Association) because 1) There was a guy who handed me a flyer and very enthusiastically pushed me in the direction of the club’s table. 2) I recognized a girl from my English class at the table. 3) The said girl was smiling at me. Oh, and 4) I am actually of south Asian descent.
It’s pretty great how good signing up for two clubs made me feel. It was a baby step in the direction of making these next few years memorable, and I’m glad I wasn’t afraid to go for it this time.
When I was leaving the quad, the same guy that approached me with the flyer came up to me again and asked, in that same enthusiastic voice, “Did you go, did you go?”
“Yes!” I replied, laughing at his persistence.
“Good,” he said, nodding once.
With that, he walked away.
Yes, I thought. It is good.
