What I Learned My Freshman Year Is...*Cue Dorm Fire*
There is something to be said about an Emerson College student. Requirements for acceptance include fluency in Spongebob Squarepants (see title), basic Harry Potter knowledge, a heavy background in mathematical and athletic hatred, and a strong passion for everything you do. It’s a job I was more than lucky to receive, and this week marks the end of my first year.
Emerson College was created in 1880 as a place for progression, innovation, and the arts to truly come together. Since then, it’s become so much more than that; it’s a breeding ground for the creative liberal-minded superstars of the future. Anyone who has been on campus for more than thirty seconds can see that. So now the question is, what did I, a once athletic senior with no Harry Potter knowledge and a strong math background, see in this school?
The adventure. Coming from a small city where everyone knew my name, I craved adventure. I desperately needed new people, new minds, new concepts, new passions. The love every student and staff member has for life is such I have never before seen. We have film kids making quality movies in just a day, marketing kids designing school logos, theater kids singing on the streets, political science kids working on campaigns, writing kids learning from Pulitzer prize nominees/winners, and journalism kids working on award-winning student produced mediums. Living amongst such a dedicated and talented group of peers was the adventure I always craved. There was so many new people, minds, concepts, and passions for me to experience that I felt like I was jumping into a pool of fun. And here I am now. A full school year in and, although out of breath, I’m still loving the adventure.
There’s a quote from an infamous Disney song that says, “It’s a small world after all.” Although I strongly believe every human being on this Earth is connected, and technology is quickly enhancing that connection ultimately making our world smaller and smaller, I’d like to remind you just how big the world is. At the time of publication, there are approximately 7,312,645,000 people in this world. About 324,730,840 of those people live in the United States alone. That’s a pretty large world. Now consider how many interactions you have in a day. How many people walk past you on the street or in the hallway? How many cars shoot past you on the highway? How many guests surround you in a restaurant? Each and every one of them have their own thoughts, their own problems, their own passions. The little boy you saw riding his bike may have the cure to cancer hidden in his brain. That college student who gave you your coffee may become the first female president. The driver you cussed at for cutting you off may pass away tomorrow. It’s true that everyone has their own story. I can get a PhD in every subject possible, but I still wouldn’t know everything in the world. To complete that, I would have to pick over 7,312,645,000 minds. That’s what drew me to Emerson- more passions and concepts for me to learn about.
So what I learned my freshman year is to stop glazing over others. The cliché “don’t judge a book by its cover” is all too real; sometimes the adventure you’re looking for lies in the first few pages of that book. Emerson has taught me to start reading.