Do you remember that feeling before college? You’re leaving all of your high school friends and going to pursue something, and you’re not sure what you’re really getting yourself into. I guess before I started college, I had no idea what was coming. All I knew was that four years seemed like a LOT, and I just knew it was going to drag on. This coming from the girl who barely got out of high school fast enough, graduating a semester earlier than the rest of her class.
Looking back, I have no idea if these things would have helped me. However, here a few things that I wish I knew before I started college:
It’s okay to not enjoy or be “bad” at something others enjoy I hated drawing. Not necessarily the class ( my Drawing II teacher made my first two years more fun than I had anticipated ), but the act. Like, drawing and sketching, both. I never really felt like I was good at it in high school, and that sort of carried into college. No matter what I was drawing or sketching for, I just flat out didn’t enjoy it. Any time I had to draw or sketch, I procrastinated worse than usual. Sometimes, I felt really bad about that. I wondered, “If I was as good as so-and-so, I would enjoy this more.” The thing is, it’s okay to not enjoy or be as good at something as someone else. Some of my favorite people actually weren’t graphic designers and didn’t want to be, but that didn’t make me think any less of them, and they didn’t think any less of me because I didn’t want to be an illustrator. Find what you’re good at and enjoy and stick with it.
What goes on in the classroom doesn’t always translate to the real world My junior year I had a few rough experiences in the classroom. At the time it weighed heavily on me. I second guessed myself, and ended up graduating college uncomfortable with the professor that was involved. The thing is: what happened to me ( or what has happened to you ) actually doesn’t translate to the real world. In this situation, it was one persons’ opinion, and thankfully, I was stubborn enough to keep going on this path I was laying out regardless of that opinion. If something happens ( with a peer or a professor ) acknowledge it, and try to move on. Whatever you do- don’t let it hold you back.
You’re going to love it If I can get sentimental for a moment – those four years were hard. They went by slowly, particularly my last year and a half. Sometimes I hated where I was more than I thought I loved it. But honestly? Wow. It’s crazy for me to look back and think that I met the guy I want to spend the rest of my life with, one of my absolute best friends, and learned a lot about myself during that time. When my parents dropped me off at my dorm in August of 2010, I hoped that I wouldn’t hate college as much as I did high school. Even with the down times that came with it, I wouldn’t trade the last four years for anything.
Did you go to a traditional four year school as well? What do you wish you would have known?