I remember this time last year. I was still miserable being back in ATL and was hoping that Emory would be the missing link for my social life and general wellbeing to return. And I remember three days after orientation that I was almost certain that I had made a huge mistake.
Tuesday I was manning a table at this year's incoming class's orientation. I was trying to promote a student organization of which I'm on the board. One of the incoming class members asked me "do you love it?", referring to Emory School of Nursing. I could tell she wasn't jaded yet. I couldn't censor myself, so I told her honestly that I don't love it. But I told her that there's a lot going on and the program is good (this is where I did censor- it's good to a degree). I said that I love that I'll be a nurse when I finish and that there's no perfect nursing school. Off record: If someone loves this program, I might be concerned. I'm thankful to be in school and one day might be really thankful that I chose Emory over a community college or a school that costs significantly less. Right now I'm not quite there.
Still, I'm ready to get this show on the road. I danced pretty hard last night at our back-to-school mixer (didn't even know some of our faculty, staff, or students had rhythm or could cut loose!) and maybe made a name for myself because of it. We didn't have a mixer last year, so I think we're starting things off on a better foot. Then I went for drinks with some of my classmates and a professor. I'm going to see people tomorrow that I've genuinely missed. I really do want to have fun this year, even more than last year (which really didn't start until after I recovered from shell shock at least partway into the semester). I'm all here for the next 9 months so I'm going to make the most of it. Here's to my 3rd (counting high school) senior year!
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