Everything I’ll miss about being a freshman at UD

It was the best of times, it was the worst of times. Either way, it was a great year to be a Blue Hen, here’s some things I’ll miss the most.

The POD

Some of my fondest memories include pondering over which Subway sandwich to order, waiting in line to buy chasers every weekend along with 10,000 others, and trying to talk myself out of buying more Easy Mac. The POD was a part of a daily life, a routine. I truly cannot thank it enough for supplying me with endless snacks to eat stressfully on weekdays and drunkenly on weekends. I will miss sprinting home from a party at 1:45, wedges in hand, just so i could get pizza rolls before 2am. You will be deeply missed, POD, may you never run out of ramen or bagel bites.

My dorm

My dorm is where I met my best friends and made my best and worst memories. There’s something about having to share a less than adequate living space with over 100 people that makes everyone closer. Each night our room was filled with at least five girls, laptops resting on knees, struggling to complete their homework. My dorm will always will be my first home, and I owe everything I have to it.

My RA

I’m sure not everyone can say this, but my RA was one of the many people who inspired me, and made even the worst day a tiny bit better. I’ll miss the words of guidance and the way he absolutely never wrote us up, no matter what.

Having a roommate

Where do I even begin? My roommate is 100% the reason I got through my freshman year.  For nine months, they become your other half. They see you at your worst, your best, and your most vulnerable. If you’re lucky, they decide to stay and live through it all with you. I will certainly miss the delusional late night talks, venting about absolutely everything and obviously the dance parties

Dorm pregames

There’s nothing quite like 30 people crammed in a dorm room trying to take shots while also simultaneously trying not to get written up. Honestly, I have mixed feelings about having adequate space to move during pregames this year.

The dining hall

It was the social scene, the place to be. If you wanted to run into a hookup, you went to the dining hall. If you wanted to see cute boys, you went to the dining hall. If you wanted to see at least one of your friends, you went to the dining hall. Sometimes you’d even go if you were hungry. The grilled cheese and omelettes were truly legendary (despite the hour wait). There’s nothing I’ll miss more than watching everyone stumble in drunkenly in their jerseys and dresses after dages, and walk in hungover the next afternoon in pajamas. It was a comforting thing to see everyone looking just as bad as you every Saturday and Sunday (and sometimes Friday and Thursday).

The turf 

Remember when we all actually went outside and watched the blood moon, or when it got warm and Harrington beach lived up to its name as an actual beach? It was at those times when everyone was lounging on the turf with their blankets and Dunkin that I felt the happiest and youthful. The wifi might’ve sucked and I got a ton of turf in my shoes, but still miss music Monday’s courtesy that agriculture frat guy and people watching.

Dorm dinners/sleepovers

About twice a month, my friends and I would decide we’d had enough of repetitive dining hall food and order out from Chinense restaurant or Italian. It was on these nights that we packed into one of our rooms with takeout boxes in hand, splayed all over the carpets and the beds. We marveled at the taste of real food, while trying to balance the containers on our knees. We all have fond memories of our best friend sleeping at the foot of our bed or on our floor almost every night. It was crowded, it was inconvenient, but we wouldn’t have wanted it any other way.

Being the youngest

I can’t tell you how many people told me they wished they could be a freshman again. I secretly loved the way they envied me, the way everything was so new and exciting and I didn’t really have anything to worry about. I’ll miss how young and infinite I felt, like I had all the time in the world in front of me.

Living on campus

One location was nothing short of amazing. A close walk to all your classes is something you should never take for granted. I loved being in the center of everything, just close enough to walk to any dorm on east campus at any hour of the night.

My floor

Although I ended up becoming friends with the floor below me, I still think of them as my own floor. The people I thought of as family. I can’t even begin to list the memories we made on Lane 2.

First semester

There is nothing like your first semester of college. I cannot remember a time when I was not at my happiest. Life was a dage and I was just chilling on elevated surfaces.

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However, things I will not miss: floor meetings, quiet hours, communal bathrooms, a dorm the size of a closet and no air conditioning.

Life goes on, regardless of how we feel about it. We will never be as young and worry free again as we were freshman year when we stumbled home in stolen frackets every weekend with our best friends – struggling to find our keys and fobs, carried water bottles full of red substance past our suspicious RAS, and snuck food out the dining hall. I would give anything to do it all over again, but unfortunately the past is the past. With every ending comes with a new beginning, and I am more than ready to see what sophomore year brings.

Thnks fr th mmrs Fresh year, see you later Delly.