Welcome to Colonial Country

Hello everyone!

I understand that I have not been very active since July but it turns out I have been very extremely busy. So busy to the point that I thought I was going insane! As many of you know I am a sophomore at Robert Morris University studying Communications with a concentration in Advertising and a minor in Public Relations.

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Truth be told, I still don’t know what I want to do for the rest of my life. There are so many options out there and I want to experience everything life has to offer. Okay maybe everything except skydiving and swimming with sharks.

Anyways, back to the topic of college. I have had anything but an easy semester. Every semester is a different story and every semester I watch my GPA drop…and drop…and drop some more. No I wasn’t partying and no I wasn’t skipping classes. I have never purposely skipped a class before and don’t plan to start skipping either. My grades have dropped form the occurrence of certain events outside of classes.

Let’s start with my freshman year at RMU. I was only 18 years old and I was moving to a new place and living with someone for the first time. I knew getting adjusted to living with a roommate was going to be difficult; hell yeah it was difficult. I was in a room that was less than half the size of my room at home and the bed was harder than a slab of concrete. Not to mention my bed was about the height of my chest; therefore I had to run and jump onto my bed. I’ve included a photo of my dorm room. I only took one photo the entire time I lived there because I was literally never in my room. I had a small closet behind where I was standing that had all of my clothes and other useless stuff that I probably didn’t need in it. I also had two curtains that hid my closet and the curtains were hung up by an expandable curtain rod.

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Monroe Dormitory

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An Open Letter to My Ex-Friends

I found out very quickly that the people I was living with were not the people that I initially thought they were. It consisted of a life of excessive drinking and antidepressants for one part. Everyone knows that that is never a good mix. Words were exchanged and friendships were lost. Do I miss them? Nope, not even one bit. They ignored me for weeks only for me to break down crying on the phone with my mom at 3am. I am 100% sure my mom did not appreciate those calls. I know some people will read this and say “THIS IS BULLSHIT.” But guess what, when you are the one being targeted by three people, you know your own story pretty damn good.

I won’t go into details but when you are being harassed by someone who was supposed to be an authoritative figure to students — a Community Advisor(CA), you tend to feel small and scared. I cried more times from the stress of this situation than I am proud to admit. At this point, I was talking to my “so called” friend’s roommate and we decided that we are just going to live together and get out of the whole mess that we were both in with my “friends”. I am not even ashamed to say that we talked to our Residence Life before my new roommate and I talked to my “friends”. Reslife had no problem approving our room switch because of the circumstances. Thanks RMU Residence Life, you are seriously the best.

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