SENIOR YEAR ISH
When I moved into my dorm room freshman year, my biggest regret was carrying my underwear in a clear container for everyone to see. I did the same when I moved out of the dorm room, and when I moved back to Bozeman for sophomore year. (I still have those containers, and you can probably guess what's in them.)
College has been an extremely bumpy road for me. I entered school a year after my TBI, and didn't apply for the accommodations I needed. I knew what I wanted to study (Anthropology) and thought college was going to be easier than it was. (Turns out, college can be crazy lonely and you may NEVER leave your dorm room. Sorry Alex.)
Sophomore year, I took the Spring semester off and worked at Big Sky doing lift ops. It was a panicky moment trying to decided if college was even right for me. I tend to spilt this year into two parts, Fall 2014 and Fall 2015. The beginning of the year was the first time I experienced deep, unable to get out of bed depression. I did not do well at all that year. Then came the semester off, until I returned for sophomore part II. I changed to geography for a second, before changing back to Anthropology, and getting accommodations. (Literally the only reason I'm probably still in school.)
Spring 2015 is what I call my Junior year, and that semester was pretty uneventful. I did better in my classes I went on my first field school that summer.
Fall 2016 was the next semester I took off, and instead of skiing I worked at Chalet until I returned for Spring 2017. I added on History as a major that semester. I went on my next field school summer of 2017, and took three classes online.
So here I am, at what I'm calling my Senior year of college. I'm still doing Anthropology, and doing History as well. I'm working in the lab this semester, working on a thesis, and assisting with the forensics class. I'm not going to be done this year; I refuse to take summer classes. Summer is for field work. I should graduate from my undergrad next year. (hopefully?!?!)
It's been an untraditional college experience, or at least different than what I imagined it would be. My only regret in school has been those containers.
I'm going to practically live on campus this year, so if you're there, come find me in Wilson.