“Oh, you go to DUKE!?!”
I can’t tell you how many times I’ve heard this remark since making the decision to spend four years of my life wandering around the Gothic Wonderland. Now, 3 years later and only two semesters away from joining all of the other “grown-ups” in the “real world,” I’m sitting on my bed, in a campus apartment, thinking about those hectic months leading up to my arrival on campus and the beginning of a new chapter in my life as I write this blog entry.
To say that I was nervous and scared out of my mind is an understatement. I was about to join the likes of some of the world’s most academically and athletically gifted individuals at this [inter]nationally top-ranked university. I found this to be quite intimidating. Not to mention the fact that I had never stayed away from my mom for more than 2 weeks. Added to this stress was a nagging fear about how well I’d adjust to living on my own, meeting new people and making friends, how I would be perceived by my peers, if I would still thrive in the classroom (after all, we were all the “big fish” at our respective high schools, but this wouldn’t necessarily be the case in college), and most importantly, would I wake up on time for class (I’m so serious…I absolutely, positively do NOT get along with alarm clocks). And I’d be remiss to not mention the struggle of PACKING, trying to balance everything from my “old life” and all of the new things that the “new me” - the college student - would need. I’m sure my list of worries was much longer, but you get the point.
I remember my emotions running the gamut: from excitement about finally being in college and gaining some independence, to sad about leaving behind the familiar lifestyle and people I know and love, to nervous about beginning this new chapter of my life and not knowing what to expect. It was all pretty overwhelming for me. But, once I came to Duke, I realized that I wasn’t the only one who felt that way. EVERYONE did. This was a different experience for all of us ….
“US” being me, a black girl from a small town in South Carolina, the tall Brazilian girl across the hall who I learned was a world traveller, the athletic-looking chick next door to me who quickly became (and still is) my best friend, the girl who lived one floor above me who struggled with bulimia, the boy who had a Porsche parked outside of our dorm, my very-Irish neighbor with the huge personality, and every other person on this campus who knew firsthand the hard work that was required of the select individuals who would (& will) eventually earn college degrees that proudly boast Duke University across the top of it.
….. and we were in it together.
So to answer the question that strangers love to ask…
YES! I am a Blue Devil. You are a Blue Devil. And WE ARE DUKE. We are each unique in our own way, with different backgrounds, races, experiences, sexual orientations, beliefs, socioeconomic statuses, interests, goals, strengths/weaknesses, dreams, and fears; however, we ALL bleed the same shade of blue. And THAT is the thread that unifies us all. This is what True Blue is all about.
MY True Blue: I am a pre-med senior who loves mint chocolate chip ice-cream. I’m also slightly obsessed with Grey’s Anatomy and Scandal. I procrastinate wayyyy too much, but luckily, I’m a night owl and do my best work during the wee hours of the morning. I’m entering my senior year of college and I still have no idea who I really am, but I’m learning more and more about myself with each new day. Sure, I’m a small town southern girl, but I have big dreams and a lot of motivation.
Now that you know a little about me, Who are you? What are you about? What’s your True Blue????
Welcome to your new home-away-from-home, Class of 2016!
Oh yeah, Go to Hell Carolina!