I failed my driving test the first time I took it. I thought it was the worst thing to ever happen to me and then I failed it a second time. I’m pretty sure the three trips to the DMV it took to actually get my license shaved years off my lifespan, and it definitely did for my poor parents.
In hindsight, it made sense. I’ve always hated doing things for the first time. It usually takes me a couple of tries to stop being so anxious and get into the groove of doing new things. When I was a kid, it took me years of eyeing the deep end before I would swim. Every single member of my family has tried to teach me to ride a bike at one time or another, and I meticulously mapped out each of my classes before my first day at Carolina three years ago.
But now as a senior, I can barely remember what classes I’m taking. I’ve fallen into the routine of UNC. And while part of me is comforted by it, I’m hoping I try some new things in my final year at Carolina, because there’s a lot of fun in doing things for the first time.
This is my first time writing this newsletter, for example.
This week will bring a lot of firsts for UNC students. Maybe it’s their first time waking up for an 8 a.m. class, maybe it’s their first time not suffering through a language class or maybe it’s just their first day here. Regardless, I hope they leave this week feeling settled. I did eventually pass my driver’s test, after all.