Mary is here to take you around the Fenway Area that surrounds the Simmons College campus. Her adventures in the city of Boston show that as a Simmons Student, greatness is your backyard!
There's something magical about the first time you do something.
The first time you taste a new food. The first time you visit a different state, see a new landscape or travel to a foreign country. Your first kiss. Your first friend.
Your first year of college.
My roommate for next year and I went out for Thai food at the favorable Rod Dee Thai 2 the other day. We ordered and split a steaming hot plate of Pad See You with a side plate of crab rangoons. My future roommate is not a particularly extroverted eater, despite being an enthusiastic extrovert herself. Nonetheless, it was a humorous and good bonding experience encouraging her to try the chewy noodles and explaining what each unfamiliar segment of meat or vegetable was.
Afterward, we walked back to campus, sipping tea and watermelon smoothie, when we passed by the delicately cut designs of a black gate encircling a park we had never seen before. We decided to pause and explore, and were stunned to uncover a courtyard with quant flower beds and manicured trees to which many sparrows flocked, all tucked away between the adjacent walls of a few old apartments.
Even now, at the end of a jam-packed and eventful first year, I am still discovering new things. And I never fail to fall short of amazed.
As my first year of college comes to a close, I have begun to think about what this means for me. The end of one of the bigger transitory years in a person's life (along the same lines as your first year out of college, your first year at a new job, and your first year after getting married) I've been told time and time again that from here on out, it's all downhill. The next three years will zoom by in the blink of eye because you'll have just become so used to it, settled into the quick pace of your own personal fast lane. Before you know it, four years will have passed without a moment's notice. But I don't want that to happen.
The one thing that made my first year so significant was that I was able to appreciate every moment of it, by virtue of everything being new and exciting. And it's usually when we don't know what to expect that we pay the most attention, and consequently, experience the most in response. I've realized that I want to always see the world around me with fresh eyes, ready to be filled wide with awe and wonder. Not just for these next three years, but for every year after that. I want to never to grow cynical or tired of what is available to me and to be grateful for all I have on this campus--the friends, the city, the education, and yes, the food.
Even just a few weeks ago I had a pleasure of participating in the meal-packaging event with the Stop Hunger Now. initiative, sponsored by SIS, the Nutrition Liaison and Office of Spiritual Health. Despite never having been involved in any of those respective groups prior, I decided to join in and it ended up being a great opportunity to meet new people, support an outstanding event, and contribute to a meaningful cause (Shout out to SIS and co. for successfully packaging 10,000 nutritionally sound meals to send to Cambodia!!!!) It's incredible what can happen on campus when you're a part of a quiet yet passionate community of hard-working, inspiring individuals.
When I first started writing for the student life blog, part of me asked why I even bother, whether or not anyone ever reads them (seeing as there are never any comments -hint hint-) and what was I hoping to get out of it? As with most things I do in life, I wonder "what am I hoping to contribute"? I realize now that, as a blogger, I want to use my words to preserve the wonder of that "first time"--the first time you join a school club, the first time you decorate your dorm walls, the first time you venture out at midnight questing for fro-yo (just because you can)--so that all students, both current and to come, can appreciate their time here at Simmons too. And maybe even step back to look at things through lens of their first time once more.
Not to say that I want to repeat first-year again, but I hope to never lose that joy and excitement that comes with the refreshed mindset, and to always commemorate the little daily things that make our life experiences unique.