BLOG:That Girl with the Glasses: Learning from homesickness

Have you, in these first few weeks of the new semester, thought to yourself:

• I was perfectly happy at home. Oh universe, what have I done?
• I can’t use the bathroom because there’s a stranger just outside my stall brushing her teeth.
• Hey I just met you, and this is crazy, but I’m trying to sleep and these dorm walls are thin, so turn your crummy music down.
• I’m reasonably certain that there isn’t a single person here that I could realistically be friends with.

If you answered “yes,” to any of these instances, I have one thing to say: Hello, I’m you a year from now.

Sorry, that was probably a bit too forward.  Here’s an actual introduction:  My name is Jackie. I have frequently been referred to as “that girl with the glasses.
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”  I’m from a city in northern Illinois that’s about 500 miles from Vermillion, and I’d never been away from home for more than a few days before move-in day freshman year.  Believe me when I tell you that my first year was not the upbeat movie montage that some assured me my college years would be but, as you are soon to see, I survived with only minor psychological trauma.

Throughout the course of this blog I will gleefully present to you my past misadventures.  Feel free to find both entertainment and comfort in these yarns — whether it be in the sense that you are not alone, or in the sense that hey, at least you’re not as awkward as that one girl who got tendinitis in her foot from speed walking between classes (true story).  You should also be warned that I come from a town which hails sarcasm and aggressive driving as acceptable pastimes, and therefore you may detect a hint of snark as you read.  Try not to be alarmed.  For the sake of anyone who may be reading in hopes of learning how to deal with making friends despite previously unrecognized shyness, or homesickness or the fact that the glob of hair clogging the shower drain isn’t yours, I plan to be as frank about my experiences as possible.  That includes a lot of the rude things I thought but never said.

So, hi.  Nice to meet you.  I hope this is the beginning of a great reader-blogger relationship.  At the very least, it’s been a great beginning to the new semester, with the exception of the hair globs.