Campus Chronicles: Living In The Present, Despite Fears Of Being Apart In Future
Published: Sunday, September 29, 2013
Updated: Sunday, September 29, 2013 21:09
This summer I, like most of my peers, looked forward to my sophomore year with anticipation and high expectations. Yes, I was excited to take more upper level classes, to get more involved in clubs and on campus, and to meet new people, but I was most eager to move back in with my closest friends. Especially after spending the summer apart, I could not wait to be on the same floor with my favorite people at BC, seeing each other during stops back to the dorm between classes, hanging out at night, walking to Lower together, and simply knowing that we were all living in the same place.
While these expectations have been met and exceeded in many ways, they have been disappointed by an unforeseen factor: the planning of junior-year housing. The enjoyment my friends and I have of living together has been underscored by the stress of already having to plan what we are going to do next year.
I’m sure many sophomores are experiencing the same stress that my group of friends are, with half of us living on campus, half of us not, half of us studying abroad a semester, half of us not. Many sophomores are struggling to find people to live with each semester, meet with real estate agents, tour apartments, and sign leases. All of this is made more difficult by the fact that it has to be planned a year in advance.
Choosing who to live with and strategizing on how to best keep friend groups together has been overly stressful and dramatic, reminiscent of the freshman housing process only six months ago. Flashback to that mid-March week. For those who got the lucky Monday eight-man pick times, that week was great. For those like me, on the other hand, who had to suffer through the entire week as each pick time was denied, checking their phones relentlessly during 2 p.m. classes, frantically sending out mass texts to reconfigure groups, wondering what they did to deserve such terrible housing luck, that week dragged on in an endless agony. After I finally got a good pick time on Thursday and found out I ended up in 66 (ecstatic to at least be on Lower), I decided that that had been the worst week of my BC experience. Upperclassmen warned me that it would be worse sophomore year, but I refused to believe them. I did not think anything could be worse than that week.
Come back to the present, and I admit that I was wrong: the junior housing process is much more stressful. And it is not because leasing apartments and finding people to switch semesters with is complicated, although that certainly is part of it. No, the main reason is because we are forced to admit that next year, half of our friends will be gone. We have to come to terms with the fact that our ideal sophomore housing situation will be nonexistent next year. Between study abroad and on- versus off-campus housing, every junior will be missing someone next year. And because of that, it is hard to enjoy the time we do have living together now. Deep down we know that it is temporary, that there is a time, in the not-so-distant future, that we will not all be living together. Having to plan junior housing now has forced us to come to terms with the fact that next year there will be no seeing each other between classes, no hanging out in one of our rooms at night, no walking down to Lower together. We will all be in different buildings, different neighborhoods, different countries.
And that is just the point. Some of the people we are living with now will not be the people we are living with next year. So instead of dreading the future, we should be celebrating the present. Because our sophomore housing situation is temporary. This is one of the few years, if not the only year, that we will be living with our closest friends. So we should take advantage of it. Enjoy seeing your friends between classes, hanging out at night, walking to Lower together, and simply knowing that you are all living together. We all have a beautiful, perfect year of it, and next year, when we all go our separate ways, we will have those amazing memories to hold us together.