Time has really been slipping away from me the past few days, so I'm making Tuesday a Monday and throwing a guest post your way! Mackenzie is a good friend of mine now, we met a couple months ago and became fast friends. As a freshman, she's kind of become my little sister over here in Boston and I'm thrilled to have her excited enough to want to post some thoughts here (she's one of the few people who reads this thing anyways). So here's a less jaded view of MIT, and an experience very similar to mine.
Being a college freshman in a university on the opposite side of the country from my hometown,
I’m an old pro at meeting new people by now. The influx of anxiety hundreds of new faces in the first
few weeks of orientation is something anyone who’s been in my shoes can attest to. It’s beyond
difficult to even remember the guy with the blue shirt’s first name, much less try and form any kind of
friendship with him. For weeks, I was terrified I wouldn't find anyone to hang out with. Everyone else
was going to parties, hanging out in the dorms, and just doing normal “college” things. I was honest to
God trying to make friends, but it’s a scary thing to do. I’m from a small high school where I had known
my friends since we were in elementary school. The entire population of my home state isn’t even a
fraction of the people in the Cambridge area. I had culture shock, and I felt like I was drowning.
Through calling my sister crying, annoying my friends from home by asking to Skype too much,
and feeling like the biggest loser at MIT, some of the best friends I could ask for snuck up on me without
any warning. The group of people I have to call friends now has already helped me through so many
firsts. Failed tests, relationship drama, homesickness, and countless other issues have happened in the
three month period I’ve been in Boston. (Dear God has it really only been three months?!) I’ve banged
on doors at 2 in the morning, ate everyone’s food, and been a total loser in general, yet somehow they
still seem to like me. Thinking back to what I now call “The Dark Ages,” I can’t understand why I was so
worried. I can’t imagine my life now without the people that have come into my life here at MIT.
They’ve already become my second family. I know that sounds cliché and cheesy, but in a big, dark, and
scary place some call the worst 4 years of their life, not to mention away from everything I’ve ever
known, it means everything to me. So to all of them, thank you. You mean more to me than you can
know. Keep doing what you’re doing, because you’re all amazing, and some of the best people I’ve ever
known. And if you’re reading this and feel anything like I did during those dark weeks, just keep doing
what you’re doing. The best is always yet to come.
Want to hear more from Mackenzie? How did your freshman year go? Let me know ;)