There’s something cool about being a “blogger.” It’s casual, intimate, quick. But our posts here at the 4E don’t always give you a glimpse into the person behind the screen. I’m here to change that. I bring to you the inaugural edition of “School and the City,” a column in which I tell you everything about all things Georgetown.
Now if inspiration had struck me a couple months earlier, maybe you’d be hearing about the highs and lows of moving in, joining clubs and making friends. Unfortunately, that is not the case. Instead, it’s post-Halloweekend on top of the dreaded second wave of midterms, and I can’t help thinking, “How is such a festive time so stressful?” I was supposed to be going out from Thursday to Sunday, each night sporting a different — but equally quirky and sexy — costume at a different “no questions asked” bar in Adams Morgan. This was in no way, shape or form bound to happen. I have to work my part-time job every day this weekend, study for two midterms on Monday and continue applying for clubs.
That’s the thing about Georgetown. You don’t go to a selective school and expect it to be unicorns and rainbows all the time. Ask anyone, and I promise they’ll tell you that. Still, it sure would be great if it were easier sometimes. No one talks about how demoralizing it can be on the Hilltop. The competition doesn’t end, and neither does the work. Lately, I feel myself being pulled in every direction and forced to sacrifice my social life for the work-heavy lifestyle that almost every student here is forced to adopt, which is definitely very far from the whole “college is a movie” thing I’ve heard so much about.
I went away that weekend (in between work of course). This was my fourth time going away from campus in the 11 or so weeks we’ve been here. Honestly, it’s such a breath of fresh air. Regardless of everything I do like about this school, sometimes it’s nice to go to a frat party where no one asks you about internships, classes, or what school you’re in. Plus, it’s a reminder that you don’t always need to carry that stress of competition around with you, and you can even do it as a sexy pirate.