Lower Year Reflection

As  a  new  student this year, fall  term  was  a  struggle. I wanted to make all the mistakes a prep could make and get away with in three years by using “prep fall” as an excuse. But if I messed up,  no one would let me justify it with lower fall. Also, what was up with pass/fail. Like, darn, all these preps goofing around, playing c-ball from 5am to 8pm, and I had been thrown into a pool of lowers with a year of experience. There is no empathy for new lowers writing their first narrative. Not to mention the crushing disappointment of losing E/a this fall. Like, my first E/a and we lose football for the first time  in  5  years (no, mom, I am not bad luck for the school). 

Winter term is always rough. First, I tried to make squash. I didn’t make the squash team. Then I signed up for yoga. Vinyasa  yoga. I was expecting a nice nap, but next thing you know, I was doing headstands. Everyone told me winter term sucks. I can’t argue with that. H format class, when it’s dark out and your teacher is trying to discuss a book you haven’t read is the WOAT. WORST OF ALL TIME. Plus, once you think you can’t work any harder, you get your midterms. Then you cry some more. But then you get to laugh at all the preps who said they were gonna start trying winter term, but didn’t know how to after a blissful term of pass/fail. 

Spring term was sooooo not overhyped. All of the stories I heard from the seniors of Cilley during the completely voluntary and non-hazing foot/back rubs about spring time glory days were true. There was ice cream in the dining hall every day. Girls and the upperclassmen on the crew team showed off their legs. It’s the GOAT. GREATEST OF ALL TIME. The hammocks are chill. So chill, in fact, that I forget to do things like submit this humor   article  on  time. 

Now that spring term has come down to imagining what next year will be without you seniors, I’m glad these hammocks shield the rest of south side quad from my tears. It’s been real, class of 2014.