Before I came to college..... I was ABSOLUTELY sure that I wouldn't get homesick. I live in a small 4 bedroom house (garage was converted into room) with 1 grandma, 1 mom, 1 very strict father, 1 male cousin, and 5 crazy girls. I couldn't wait for the freedom and silence and living my life, I would NOT get homesick. During my frosh orientation they talked about homesickness because apparently It's a big thing but the only thing I actually remember (I wasn't paying attention) was getting involved in clubs was helpful.
ANYWAYS1 I got here and I was super excited about all the awesome friends I was going to have and the road trips to come and all the clubs I would be in. Turns out that they weren't kidding about the 2 hour homework per unit, I would basically spend 30 hours OUTSIDE of class doing homework per week, add the actual class time, that's 40 hours doing school work! Of course in high school it's like 40 hours which is the same but it's different because you're talking and chilaxing about 60% of the time there, so you actually only work like at max 3 hours per day, there is no such thing as relaxing or gossiping with friends during class in college, and that's super hard to adjust to. Basically you're whole routine completely changes, you have to figure out when to eat, do homework, wake up, and sleep so I didn't join clubs, I just couldn't find the time. Friends were also hard to make, most freshmen arrive to college are party-craved or college-party thirsty, seriously, there are so many freshmen that only want to party and start their college experience, and I get that but college isn't only about partying so it's easy to get mixed in the wrong group. That's what happened to me the first month of being there, I made friends with some chicks and it was obvious they were dying to go to a party and pretty much stalked fraternity people and I mean I get that, who doesn't love to party? But, I quickly realized that they were still stuck in that high-school life and they weren't actually serious about being here so, it was super hard because they were the only friends I had but, I cut them off.
So there I was.... club-less, friendless, but, full of stress.
Even then, I wasn't homesick, my mom would call me once in awhile but I still didn't feel homesick.
It was around the end of September and it had finally arrived..... my first ever midterms week. The beginning of midterms week, professors usually have a review day to prepare for the midterm and remind us homework, papers, and anything else was due in a couple of days. I went to my Bio review, it was bad, then my Physics, it was bad too. Calc, bad. Business, bad. bad bad bad bad bad bad bad bad, everything was BAD!!!!!! I realized that I was in deep poop and had no idea of what was going on in class and 100% that I was going to fail everything and become a hobo! On top of all of that, I was having a super hard time managing my money.
As I walked back to my dorm after finishing my horrible review lectures, I just got extremely stressed with school and all the emotions came rushing back in. I hated how hard the classes were, the amount of homework, being in a cramped dorm, my roommate, not having friends, always having to eat alone, missing my mothers food, hating the silence of the dorms, having to walk so much, sucking at managing my money, not showering comfortably, and missing the eff out of version 2's! I felt high-school sick, loud sisters sick, my shower sick, dependency of my parents sick.............. I was homesick.
I immediately felt a lump in my throat and tears dying to spill out so I ran to my dorm ready to wail, then my freaken roommate was there and I got privacy-sick. I ended up in a stall sniffling silently and making plans to transfer to COS.
I decided to man up and decided that friends would make it all better, I went back to my dorm and invited my roommate to lunch that would hopefully spark some life-long friendship where we braid our hair like in the movies..... she said no. *cue the tears*
The next week was really harsh, I was in a funk.
Once you realize you get homesick, it just gets worse and all you want to do is stay in bed and watch movies and look at picture of the better and easier high school days. The only closure I had was knowing I was going to transfer to COS and back to the comfort and my home (especially my shower).
THEN I made a friend.... an actual friend! That friend introduced me to her friends and my circle grew! Then it turned out I did great in my midterms! I learned to manage my schoolwork AND I joined some clubs and made more friends and went out!
San Jose State University went from being school.... to home:)
Whether we like it or not, everyone and I do mean EVERYONE does get homesick. The advice they give us during orientation is actually helpful but, what they fail to mention is that homesickness feels like stress so it takes awhile to actually realize it. And we can't treat something unless we diagnose it.
But eventually we get over it, everyone does.
I mean if we didn't then no one would have gotten past their first semester of college.
ANYWAYS1 I got here and I was super excited about all the awesome friends I was going to have and the road trips to come and all the clubs I would be in. Turns out that they weren't kidding about the 2 hour homework per unit, I would basically spend 30 hours OUTSIDE of class doing homework per week, add the actual class time, that's 40 hours doing school work! Of course in high school it's like 40 hours which is the same but it's different because you're talking and chilaxing about 60% of the time there, so you actually only work like at max 3 hours per day, there is no such thing as relaxing or gossiping with friends during class in college, and that's super hard to adjust to. Basically you're whole routine completely changes, you have to figure out when to eat, do homework, wake up, and sleep so I didn't join clubs, I just couldn't find the time. Friends were also hard to make, most freshmen arrive to college are party-craved or college-party thirsty, seriously, there are so many freshmen that only want to party and start their college experience, and I get that but college isn't only about partying so it's easy to get mixed in the wrong group. That's what happened to me the first month of being there, I made friends with some chicks and it was obvious they were dying to go to a party and pretty much stalked fraternity people and I mean I get that, who doesn't love to party? But, I quickly realized that they were still stuck in that high-school life and they weren't actually serious about being here so, it was super hard because they were the only friends I had but, I cut them off.
So there I was.... club-less, friendless, but, full of stress.
Even then, I wasn't homesick, my mom would call me once in awhile but I still didn't feel homesick.
It was around the end of September and it had finally arrived..... my first ever midterms week. The beginning of midterms week, professors usually have a review day to prepare for the midterm and remind us homework, papers, and anything else was due in a couple of days. I went to my Bio review, it was bad, then my Physics, it was bad too. Calc, bad. Business, bad. bad bad bad bad bad bad bad bad, everything was BAD!!!!!! I realized that I was in deep poop and had no idea of what was going on in class and 100% that I was going to fail everything and become a hobo! On top of all of that, I was having a super hard time managing my money.
As I walked back to my dorm after finishing my horrible review lectures, I just got extremely stressed with school and all the emotions came rushing back in. I hated how hard the classes were, the amount of homework, being in a cramped dorm, my roommate, not having friends, always having to eat alone, missing my mothers food, hating the silence of the dorms, having to walk so much, sucking at managing my money, not showering comfortably, and missing the eff out of version 2's! I felt high-school sick, loud sisters sick, my shower sick, dependency of my parents sick.............. I was homesick.
I immediately felt a lump in my throat and tears dying to spill out so I ran to my dorm ready to wail, then my freaken roommate was there and I got privacy-sick. I ended up in a stall sniffling silently and making plans to transfer to COS.
I decided to man up and decided that friends would make it all better, I went back to my dorm and invited my roommate to lunch that would hopefully spark some life-long friendship where we braid our hair like in the movies..... she said no. *cue the tears*
The next week was really harsh, I was in a funk.
Once you realize you get homesick, it just gets worse and all you want to do is stay in bed and watch movies and look at picture of the better and easier high school days. The only closure I had was knowing I was going to transfer to COS and back to the comfort and my home (especially my shower).
THEN I made a friend.... an actual friend! That friend introduced me to her friends and my circle grew! Then it turned out I did great in my midterms! I learned to manage my schoolwork AND I joined some clubs and made more friends and went out!
San Jose State University went from being school.... to home:)
Whether we like it or not, everyone and I do mean EVERYONE does get homesick. The advice they give us during orientation is actually helpful but, what they fail to mention is that homesickness feels like stress so it takes awhile to actually realize it. And we can't treat something unless we diagnose it.
But eventually we get over it, everyone does.
I mean if we didn't then no one would have gotten past their first semester of college.