Mary Grupp | September 16, 2014
1. Accents are a funny
I’ve had many heated debates on the correct pronunciation of “Reese’s” and whether you wait “in line” or “on line”. My friends have also made my one roommate from Staten Island say the word “stone” close to a trillion times. I don’t really get it either.
2. Making friends is much easier than I expected
Flashback to August: I’m sitting in my best friend’s bedroom, and we’re both crying because it’s the last time we’ll see each other until Thanksgiving. I’m terrified that no one will laugh at my stupid jokes, or actually get offended when I jokingly (usually) correct their grammar.
Fast forward to now: I’m sitting in my dorm typing up this blog while 5 of my friends dance to “All About That Bass.” I mean study. They’re studying. And I’m much happier than I ever thought I’d be. Sure, I miss my friends, my family, and the comfort of my high school, but every day at La Salle has brought new opportunities and new faces. I couldn’t ask to be surrounded by any better or multifaceted people. I’ve never been left hanging whether I needed someone to rush to my aid to fix my broken Ethernet port or to finish the conclusion of a group project two hours before it was due.
3. Dressing myself is much harder than I expected.
I went to Catholic school my entire life. All I had to worry about in the morning was whether or not I had a clean pair of stockings to wear. My wardrobe consisted of sweatpants, t-shirts, and dresses for church. I never thought I’d say this, but I really miss my hideous paisley bow tie.
4. How to properly shower in a confined space
It might have taken me a month, but I’ve finally mastered the art of shaving my legs in a 2.5’x2.5’ shower.
5. How to properly order a cheesesteak
Apparently, yes, there is a wrong way. I’m slowly but surely assimilating to the Philadelphian culture, and I’m loving every second of it.
6. Doing laundry in college is 10000 times more inconvenient than doing it at home.
Step one: Make sure there’s actually a washer available.
Step two: There’s not.
7. Coffee. Coffee. Coffee.
Everyone always told me how well my high school prepares you for college, but when you have to read 73 pages of Herodotus, 63 pages of Thucydides, 50 pages of a novel, and 2 chapters of history, it can get mildly overwhelming. Coffee is almost always a good idea.
8. But sometimes, you just need to go to bed
There comes a point where you just can’t study any more. You know what you know. Trust yourself.
9. Roommates are very often your best resource for just about everything.
Maybe I just got lucky. Actually, I know I got really lucky. I was extremely nervous to do random roommate selection, but I couldn’t be happier with the lovely ladies I share my quad with. We’ve shared many, many laughs, and even a few tears. They’re always ready to read my essays, help me study, or supply me with clothes (apparently sweatpants aren’t socially acceptable party attire).
10. Everyone is SO nice. No, seriously. EVERYONE.
On opening weekend, I was formally welcomed by every single upperclassman, professor, security guard, and dining hall staff member I came across. I felt at home almost immediately. A month later, I feel more welcome than ever. Maybe it’s just because I’m from New York, but I was not expecting campus to be so friendly and just plain happy. La Salle is definitely a special place that nurtures growth both of the mind and the soul.