What a year it has been. Before I came home for the summer, I realized that this last quarter flew by… but at the same time, this school year feels like it started forever ago. Last September, when I think about where I was and what I was doing, it feels like ages ago. I was moving into my first apartment, taking my first digital design studio class, and my first classes for my minor. I was missing Erin #1 (freshman year roommate), as she was abroad in Paris, and I was trying my very hardest to be the strongest gymnast I could be.
The quarter was fun, and I was working hard: in the gym and in my classes. Then I remember Thanksgiving break. I met up with my parents, my sisters, and the majority of my dad’s side of the family for a “Wine Train” Thanksgiving lunch. I was happy to see them and tell them about all the progress I had been making in the gym. Then I got hurt less than a week later. Everything else seemed to happen so fast.
Just this past week, I hung out with Erin (1) to get breakfast one last time before we left for the summer. In general, we just reflected on the year. I told her how much I missed her when she went abroad, and of course how jealous I was of her and that whole experience. She asked me if I felt good about this past year, and practically without hesitation, I said no. It felt like a no brainer to me. How could I feel good about it, when this knee surgery feels like it’s messed everything up? It’s been so much harder than the first one… and I can’t seem to forget how amazing I felt just a seven months ago. It’s hard for me to think about it sometimes, because I wonder if I did something wrong, if I went about it the wrong way, or if I should’ve done something different.
But in these last couple days (and after a conversation or two with my sister and other friends), I’ve decided to give you a new answer, Erin (1). Maybe I’m not “happy” with this year, but I now know that it’s been really good for me. In my classes, I’ve learned a lot—especially about design and what I may want to do with my life. Not to mention, I’ve enjoyed the majority of them! Pretty valuable, right? Then as cheesy and cliché as it sounds, I honestly feel like I’ve learned a lot about myself. I’m stronger than I ever thought I could be. I think I have a better idea of the person that I am and the person I want to become—the friends I want to have, the friend I want to be, and the life I want to lead. That’s definitely valuable.