i feel like a little kid on christmas eve - cannot wait to be back to my beautiful home tomorrow!!!!
I love living here. ^_^
I went from having a 1.something GPA freshman year and have stuck with a 2.something GPA ever since. This used to bother me a lot, and after this semester, my GPA has gone down a tiny bit. But for the first time ever, I’m really not bothered by it.
It’s taken a lot (I can thank my wonderful girlfriend for a lot of this) for me to finally realize that… it’s just a number. When it comes to my character and talents and even many measures of intelligence, my GPA does not define me. I’m still a kind, smart, optimistic, creative, loving, GOOD person. No weighted grade points or bold black letters and percentages can change that.
I was upset for a bit because I got a C in a class that I REALLY loved and worked super hard in (Poetry Writing) and I was really banking on doing well despite it being a difficult and harshly graded class. But then I remembered: it was a class that I REALLY LOVED AND WORKED HARD IN and out of which I got SO much valuable knowledge and skills that are important to ME, as well as wonderful new friends and an unexpected comfortable environment dubbed as my “poetry family”. It was a fantastic experience and I wouldn’t trade what I learned for any amount of A’s.
You see, for me, the greater part about being at this wonderful university is not so much the $100,000 piece of paper showing that I can procrastinate on papers and regurgitate information, only to forget it days later; no no. Granted that’s apparently my ticket to “making it” in life… but honestly, that’s not what’s keeping me going anymore. This time at university is about me: my array of experiences, my knowledge gained, and the many incredible opportunities for ME to take advantage of that can really only be found somewhere like this. When I spend time thinking about academic material on my own and enjoy discussing it with others/putting in effort into its work and feel like I’ve learned something of worth by its end… that’s when I know a class was really worth it. (That’s why I changed my major to English; so I could have more of a choice as to what I WANTED to learn about, because that’s where my passions lie and therefore where I’m more likely to excel, because that’s just how my poor, odd-method-of-functioning brain works.)
For those of you that don’t know me well/have bothered to read down this far… conventionality has never really been my thing anyway. I’m finally gonna let myself act how I feel is right. Which is exactly how it should be.
Day 4: School #octoberchallenge (Taken with Instagram at South Green #udel)
i still can’t believe that i go to this school, it’s so beautiful :)
Although it feels like the Fall 2012 season with the UDMB has just begun, we’re already 3 home games in, ending this past Saturday with one of my most favorite days of the year: Band Day! It’s the one day a year that we’re joined by countless local high school marching bands for one epic combined halftime performance. It’s an AMAZING time; I still remember the first time I went to Band Day when I was in high school, which inspired me to join the UDMB so very long ago.
So I did indeed get to see my high school marching band, and felt exceptionally old when I realized that, entering my third year at UD, I didn’t know anywhere near as many of the high school kids anymore (although many of them knew me. *smirk*) But the younger ones showed plenty of promise for the future of the band, and I hope to see some of them marching as Blue Hens one day.
PHOTO FRIDAY: How beautiful is our campus?
My favorite parts of campus <3
ON WEDNESDAYS WE WEAR PINK
We’ve reached our hump day for Band Camp 2012! Despite all-around exhaustion from the band, so far we’ve got a song and half on the field WITH music. Right on schedule! Thursday and Friday will consist of a solid 14 hours of learning, drilling, playing, and cleaning, while Saturday and Sunday will be short, four-hour days of show run-through’s!
SO EXCITED FOR THE FIRST GAME DAY ALREADY.