Posted on October 7, 2011 at 2:36 pm
It may be because I replayed Peter Pan too much as a child, but I don’t want to grow up. I wouldn’t go as far as to say entering my sophomore year of college frightened me, but I was slightly apprehensive– I really like summer. Regardless of my personal mini-qualms, however, I quit being a dork and began my journey to PUC.
The first week of school is always exciting: returning to old friends, the burrito lady, pranks, friends always around, hitting the gym, dressing up in your summer spiffies, and of course, respectfully observing and admiring the new students.
But then there’s the stuff that’s not so fun: unpacking, going to classes, curfew, homework, buying books, getting up early, lack of fast food, no nearby cities, and of course, caf food.
At any rate, the real school experience—in my opinion—starts the second week. The first-day comfort of knowing you’re only going to read the syllabus is gone, the elation starts wearing off, and school, well, becomes school. Thankfully, enough is happening on campus to distract students just enough, providing a brief respite from studying.
Since SA threw a welcome-back party in the caf, the events haven’t stopped. There have been free ticket giveaways to see PUC alumni/musician Tad Worku in San Francisco; club trips to Goat Rock Beach and Lake Berryessa, with free food; concerts in Paulin Hall; department pre-vespers; and my favorite, mass speed dating.
The first week is great, but it’s the second week that I love. Once all the initial excitement fades, I am full-frontally reminded why I go to PUC: God. Everywhere I look I am constantly reminded of His love and influence on this campus. I don’t have the words to describe how happy I am to be at a school like PUC where so many people are gathered under Him. All I can say is that I am daily amazed at His blessings and continued presence at this school.
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