The fact that I am considered an adult will always be funny to me. Sure, I’m eighteen years old and can legally vote, sign contracts, and serve my country. But at the same time, I love all things Disney and don’t even have a voicemail set up on my phone. C’mon, what adult (or person really) doesn’t have a voicemail?
But since coming to Hopkins, I see more and more the little things that do, indeed, confirm that I am becoming one of those fully-grown human things. Maybe it’s the independence and the distance from home (roughly 400 miles), but there are definitely some unmistakable signs that I am growing up.
Perhaps one of the most obvious signs is that for the past three months, I have spent exponentially more time here than I have at home. Thanksgiving is coming up, marking the first time I will have been home since coming to college. While my parents visited over parents’ weekend, I have somehow managed to keep myself alive for three months, which is great progress given the fact that I once burned something in an Easy Bake Oven.
Along the same lines, I have to pack a suitcase to go home, which is a very weird task. Home has somehow become more of a vacation destination than my usual place of residence, and while I am ecstatic to see all of my friends and family, it will be slightly strange to know that it is just a temporary visit.
Additionally, I live in Wolman, which is set up suite-style. In my suite, there are two doubles, a kitchenette, and a bathroom. Living in Wolman, while literally 2 seconds across the street from the Homewood gate, feels more like living in an apartment off-campus, fulfilling my childhood fantasy of having an apartment in a city and just living life. Plus, the kitchenette and bathroom also come with the adult-y responsibility of keeping them clean. Luckily, things don’t get too dirty, but coffee mugs don’t clean themselves.
I, along with a lot of other people here, am also starting to think about the “big picture” of life. I’m not one hundred percent sure what I want to do after college. Grad school? Med school? Sell all of my possessions and drive around the country? Thankfully, I have four years to figure it out. But these questions are closer than they’ve ever been before. After Hopkins, there are so many exciting, intriguing possibilities, and as frustrating as it has proven to try and figure them out, thinking about them makes me so excited for the future.
All of this evidence aside, I know that I am still very much a kid.
My roommate and I play Disney Pandora while in the room, I and count rainbow sprinkles amongst my favorite foods.
We’re called a college kids, not a college adults, for a reason. While college life has come with more independence and responsibilities, we haven’t grown up yet, and I think I like it that way.