1. There are happy people everywhere
Literally everywhere you go there are always people laughing and smiling. Like, can you not?! I just want some peace and quiet. I can’t hear myself think over your obnoxious happiness. You probably just saw your friend yesterday, must you hug them like it’s been three years? It’s unavoidable. People are just happy here all the time, and it’s contagious. I found myself smiling at someone trying to sell me something the other day. Like, who does that?!
2. The camera roll on my phone is constantly full
Once a month I literally have to clear my phone onto my computer because there are too many things to take pictures of on this campus. The stone buildings, UC Hill, Middlesex college, it’s so annoying! My phone never has a GB to spare! Forget new songs, it’s going to be fall soon, which means my phone will be jammed packed with pictures of trees and the leaves changing. Disgusting.
3. There are good looking people everywhere
I literally cannot walk down the street without resembling the dog from “Up” (SQUIRREL!) Everywhere you go there are attractive people. Whether you’re into guys or girls, there’s someone for you to drool over until you walk past them. But I guarantee five minutes later another person will walk by that you’ll want to ogle at for hours. And Weldon… let’s just say I spend more time when I’m in you planning my future with hot strangers than doing homework. What did you put in the water Western? A) I want some and B) please stop before I fail all my classes.
4. I’ve forgotten what sleep is
The FOMO is real at Western. I never want to stay in my bed because something could be happening, and I don’t want to miss out! So, since I’ve gotten here, it’s fair to say I’ve slept significantly less hours than I should be. Thanks for the dark eye circles and sleep deprivation symptoms Western, how will I ever repay you?
5. I feel obligated to go to the gym
How much was the Recreation centre renovation again? Something in the millions. It’s huge, it’s beautiful, and I feel like I have to use it. I never used to work out before, but now if I don’t go at least three times a week I feel guilty. I even bought a “Blender Bottle” and I use it. I didn’t choose the gym life, it just chose me.
6. Majority of my clothes are now purple
I never even used to like purple, but now I own about 20 purple sweaters and t-shirts combined, purple socks, a purple hat, even purple pens. How did I even get here?
7. There is never a dull moment
Why is there always something going on?! Whether it’s on campus or in the city of London, there is social of some sort, or a poetry reading, or a sporting event happening! I can’t even sit in my bed and watch Netflix anymore without feeling utterly lazy and guilty. I actually want to do things with my life now, instead of getting too emotionally involved in fictional ones. I don’t even know who I am anymore.
8. Spoke bagels
I will fully admit I have a problem controlling myself around the bagels from “The Spoke”. I don’t know what they throw in them behind the scenes, but it’s something that keeps me coming back every week, sometimes more than once! Not only are they kind of pricey but, bagels equal bread, which equal carbs, which results in our lovely friend the freshman fifteen AFTER freshman year. Whatever will power I had has officially been destroyed by your bagels, so thanks for that.
9. The overwhelming sense of spirit
Purple and white! Purple and white! Whenever I go home, my family literally has to shut me up when I start talking about Western. It’s like I’m brainwashed to go on and on and on about it, especially to people to who go other schools. I wont even hear them out, Western is the best. Period. Oh, you go to Queens? Sorry, I don’t think I am legally allowed to associate with you during the eight-month school year, yet I am, illogically, and completely okay with that. “Purple pride” is real, and boy is it overpowering.
10. I barely recognize myself sometimes
Not on the outside, but on the inside. There are times when I simply have no idea why I made certain decisions. What made me make them in the first place? Am I growing up? Am I changing? Do the two coincide? Despite wanting an answer, I don’t think there is one. I don’t know what I’m doing, but I don’t think anyone else does either. The confusion drives me insane, but I can’t help but think that maybe that’s the way it’s supposed to be.
Western, you are officially ruining my life as I know it one day at a time, yet, I wouldn’t have it any other way.