Metro Atlanta resident, rising sophomore and forthcoming The Atlanta Voice intern Kayla Sheriffe shared her thoughts on her first year in college.
JONESBORO, GA. — Two weeks ago, I concluded my first year of college. I would love to say it fits the aesthetic everyone describes college to be: days filled with endless joyous experiences that come with newfound freedom. However, my freshman year did not. Nobody mentions the not so glorious parts of this new chapter of your life. Learning to navigate conflict, putting yourself out there, and remaining focused. It’s harder than most imagine, especially when doing it on your own. The transition from teenager to young adult is worrisome. Although for me, succumbing to those emotions wasn’t an option, and my achievements were worth the wait.
I made a promise to myself at the start of my freshman year to become the girl I was too timid to be in high school. At that time, I limited myself. The thought of venturing outside my comfort zone left me apprehensive, however, I can gratefully say I have discovered a new strength, confidence, and ambitiousness within myself. During my freshman year I became an ambassador for my university, a part of the chancellor’s list, a resident assistant, vice president of African American Student Association, a two-time published poet, and I was accepted into my school’s rigorous honors program. With every achievement I felt an overwhelming sense of pride. These accomplishments aren’t just time-fillers or additions to a resume, they measure my growth as a person.
Universities are one big melting pot. There’s a multitude of cultures, perceptions, and upbringing, with that comes different understandings of morals and ethics. Being away at college has taught me a great deal of patience. I had to learn the benefits of tunnel vision. Anything that attempted to drive me off the road of success remains in rearview. Lessons can be learnt outside of the classroom, and it’s up to me to decide which of those lessons I pass and fail.
Moving away from home was also a big step for me. I consider myself to be family-oriented. Just being in the presence of my loved ones brings me comfort. Attending school in a different state taught me the importance of independence, but dependence as well. I made it a habit to keep in contact daily, telling every little detail of my day. Truthfully, it was something I looked forward to. Almost as if I was in our living room talking face-to-face. College isn’t just a sole experience. My decision impacted my family in more ways than one. Although, it motivated me. Being careful and attentive about my education so I can share my success with my loved ones warms my heart. There is no single journey when it comes to family.
Would I say my freshman year was exhilarating and lively, no. I didn’t have an animated college experience. I would instead describe it as impressive, disciplined, and spirited. It was realistic. I had a fair share of trials and tribulations that helped prepare me and grant me a new outlook on life. College didn’t fit the initial fantasy I had in mind, but nonetheless I’m grateful for all it offered me.