Goodbye, But Only For Three Months

Freshman year went by as quickly as Speedy Gonzalez, but I loved it. Here are a few of my favorite things about my life at school:

1. My roommate. Freshman year would not have been the same without her. I’m not saying we were besties since day one. In fact, I’m not sure we’ve reached that level. But she was a great roommate and an even better friend. She introduced me to Skinny Pop, New Girl, Friends, Grey’s Anatomy and poetry. She also joined me in my ever ongoing procrastination methods. Needless to say, I lucked out with this whole “random roommate” situation.

2. My new friends. My college friends, especially those that live on campus, became my second “family”. They’re the people I see every day, the ones that ask me how my day went, the ones that make me laugh, the ones that do homework with me, the ones that I go out with, the ones that make a four-hour shift funner than it should be. My friends keep me functioning, and at some points they keep me sane.

3. Round-the-clock freedom. No, I’m not a wild child doing everything she can’t do when she’s home. I’m actually pretty well-behaved for the most part. It’s just nice not to have to let anyone know that I’m going out… (If you live in a Latino-Catholic household you may understand the struggle).

4. The Cities. Boy are they beautiful.

5. Campus is on point year-round.

6. Coffee is but a few strides away. Seriously. It was there when I needed it the most.

So bravo to the end of Freshman year and cheers to the beginning of a much awaited summer.

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Baby, it’s Cold Outside…

On Monday, November 10th, Minnesota had its first snowfall! Everything is now covered in white and winter has officially begun. Cue the Northface jackets, hats, gloves, the Timberlands and the UGGs…I kid you not, they are everywhere. Anyway, the entire campus looks beautiful, making it easier to bear the bitter temperatures and the slippery pavement (please say a little prayer for me…ice and clumsiness don’t go well together).

You have not lived until you have experienced a true Midwestern winter. It’s not just about how much better the taste of coffee and hot cocoa is. Nor is it only about numb fingers, pink faces and visible exhales. It’s that and more. It’s also about all the things you get to do because of winter. Suddenly, baking becomes a ritual, snowmen and sledding are the joys of life, the feeling of Christmas strengthens everyday (I saw some workers starting to put up lights already!), and the possibility of a snow day (or a cold day) is never too farfetched of an idea. Don’t get me wrong, the cold isn’t always the best, but we Midwesterners take pride in our ability to withstand the low temperatures.

It’s funny really, I’m not usually so in love with winter. Maybe I’m liking it so much because he does too…

%*@# College Students Say

A NOTE ABOUT MARISOL: Even though we say it in our about section, if you plan to read any of our future posts you better prepare yourself for this fact to be repeated.  Marisol is very innocent.  The kind where she gasps when people swear and talk about sex.  Just try to read these conversations through her perspective and they will be much more entertaining. 

Hi All!

They say you never stop learning, and I believe this is quite true for me. In this particular case, I am referring to a knowledge acquired outside of the classroom…a knowledge that is completely unnecessary and inapplicable to the future I’ve envisioned for myself. Nonetheless, I either heard it or saw it and now it’s penetrated my brain cells.

It’s the second week of school and I am viciously speed-walking to class ( In my mind I’m speed-walking, but everyone around me is so tall that one of their strides is like five of mine.) Two people walk and chat behind me. Unable to walk any faster so as to create some distance between us, I picked up on their conversation.

“…so we went in and they were all dancing on us…they could touch you but you couldn’t touch them…”

That was enough for me to go roadrunner mode all the way to class. It was too early in the morning to listen to a story about a strip club.

A few weeks later I went to dinner with some newly-made acquaintances. Apparently they had a long night of partying, and their story was pretty entertaining except for the part where one said, “Yeah I was so wasted I passed out for like an hour…outside.” The other said, “Oh that’s where you went?”  It really is very comforting to know that people have truly dedicated buds.

Then came the big football game against our rival school. I only went for less than the first quarter since I had to work that day. I later found out I missed some interesting occurrences.  The conversation went like this:

“I LOVE YOU SO MUCH. YOU ARE MY #@*%$ BEST FRIEND!”

“I LOVE YOU MORE! I LOVE YOU SO MUCH I CLIPPED YOUR TOENAILS WHEN WE WERE AT THE LIBRARY THAT ONE TIME!”

“YEAH THAT WAS WEIRD…BUT I STILL LOVE YOU!”

I laughed a little too hard when the story ended. They were obviously drunk.

Recently, I was walking around campus minding my own business. I casually glanced up and I saw a person in front of me with some strange purple-looking bruises on their neck. It took me a few moments after we passed to realize they weren’t bruises. In my head, I remembered Rizzo from Grease when she says, “I have so many hickies, people oughtta think I’m a leper!”

I did not post this blog to judge people. Rather, I am just sharing the different things I’ve heard and seen to mock my inexperienced self.

‘Til next time,

Marisol

Minnesota, Boys and Freedom, Oh My!

A MESSAGE FROM THE TABLE: Hey guys! Sorry we haven’t been on top of things lately.  College life, right?  We swear we’ll get better!  One more move-in post after this and then onto awesome things!

Hi guys!

I hope you are all doing well and enjoying these last precious days of warmth.

My name is Marisol, which means “sea and sun” in Spanish. People have called me Mari for as long as I can remember but as of late people have gotten creative. Now I find myself responding to names like Sea-sun, Sol, Mare-mare, and Mars. It makes me feel special that people have unique names to identify me.

I was absolutely sure that I would stay in Wisconsin for college. I was born and raised in Wisconsin. Wisconsin is home to my entire family and I am a very family-oriented girl. The first time I was away from them was for one weekI was ten and I had begged them to let me go to summer camp. I literally bawled my eyes out every night. Needless to say, they haven’t let me live that down.

It was a huge surprise for everyone (including myself) when I decided to go out of state. Don’t get me wrong, I love it here at the University of St. Thomas in St. Paul, Minnesota. It is a co-ed school of about 6,000 students right by the Mississippi River. This is the first time in 8 years that I am in school with boys. NO WORRIES! My dorm hall is for girls only! Thank goodness.

Move-in day was on August 30th. I started to pack up on August 29th at about 9:30 p.m. and I did not finish until 2 in the morning. Always punctual, my dad wanted us to be there early and hit the road at 6am. It’s a five-hour drive from my house to St. Paul, but we made stops for food and bathroom breaks, so really it’s more like 6.

The drive seemed just like any other road trip we had made. Dad was driving, Mom was in the passenger seat, Georgie and I were in the back.

The look on my parents’ faces when they saw the line of cars…priceless. It moved pretty quickly, but I think it was the heat that made it seem like forever. We unloaded everything and headed up to the fourth floor. My roommate, Madeleine was already there…she’s also from out of state. We had been texting since early July, and I was relieved to finally meet her.Madeleine, Anastasia (her sister) and I bonded over breakfast the next day. Of course, I embarrassed myself. We were admiring our beautiful breakfast dishes and we started to Instagram pictures of it. I was so focused on getting a good angle that I did not even notice that they had started to pray before eating. I felt awful! They were cool about it though.

Parting with my parents was not as tearful as I had imagined. Actually, it was tear-less. It was a short, simple “Take care, I love you.” But in Spanish, it sounded more like this, “Mari, cuidate mucho. Estamos muy orgullosos de ti y sabemos que vas a lograr muchas cosas. Te queremos mucho.” Being Hispanic, we send off our loved ones with a kiss on the cheek and the blessing of the sign of the cross

Everyone I have met has been so nice to me. My RA is awesome and super friendly. The girls in my hall are great, and we all get along well. By the way, most of the girls in this hallway are from out of state. There’s a girl here from Wisconsin, one from Alaska, even one from Florida. Complete strangers will smile and greet you in the hallways.  Oh, and the boys here are such gentlemen!

So here I am, a first-generation freshman majoring in International Business with a minor in French having my first taste of complete independence. It’s a new place with new people, and I feel as small as a mouse. Thankfully, I have a support system made up of the most loving family and amazing friends.

These are my goals:

  1. Meet lots of people and make new friends.
  2. Explore the Twin Cities.
  3. Get involved.

 

I am very optimistic about the near future. Wish me luck!

 

Love,

Marisol

Mari Sep 2014

Marisol in the big city!