By Sarah Kay Hurst
As the first semester drew to a close, I found it hard to imagine leaving the tiny, bohemian dorm room we have come to call home. Within two weeks of starting college, I couldn’t be sure I had not lived there my entire life.
I fell in love with my fascinating courses, with the ongoing festivity of activities after class, from French dancing to inspiring lectures, and with all the incredible new people I studied and laughed with over the course of four glorious months. College is everything I dreamed it would be and so much more.
I thoroughly enjoyed most of my courses at CSU, which included French, Spanish, sociology, philosophy, computing, medieval literature, and teaching French in a local elementary school. As a triple major in French, International Studies and Journalism, with a minor in Spanish, I naturally enjoyed my language courses.
But I also became particularly fond of philosophy—the professor’s enthusiasm was infectious! His presentation of the material was light to the point of almost being satirical, and yet you could tell he loved the subject. “I know this is going to mess up the rest of your day,” he would say, “because what I am about to tell you is the reason that utilitarians can’t sleep at night!” He was the perfect college professor, entirely unperturbed by the world around him, utterly absorbed in the subject he loved. I hope to know that kind of enthusiasm in my career; I aspire to that passion.
I find myself constantly inspired, from the eager smiles of our fifth-graders anticipating a new French song, to heart wrenching films. One night, I went to a lecture on the Apartheid resistance movement and came away absolutely inspired by Eddie Daniel’s struggles against segregation in South Africa and his determination to do the right thing—it was truly a testament to the power of the human spirit.
One of my favorite aspects of college life is the abundance of welcoming communities. The first weekend before classes, several activities were arranged to keep everyone busy. I signed up to do community service helping children at a local park, met a group of strangers with similar interests, and came back with some great friends.
Studying has never been more fun than with new friends, particularly when our study sessions have a tendency to dissolve into more delightful pastimes, from a discussion of dystopias to a pillow fight. Many of the doors in my hall are open, welcoming neighbors in to chat. When a couple of girls in my hall went through some family hardships, some of the other girls made a cake for them, a treat which everyone enjoyed in the hall at one in the morning.
As the mornings grew colder, the semester came to a beautiful finish. Hurrying to class in the snow was a feat that required more time than I had previously allotted and became quite tiresome, but the view heading back to the dorm was priceless: azure peaks rose behind the fields, wreathed in misty winter clouds and framed by frosted trees. Each chilly day was a wonderland. I cannot wait to go home.