Daniel Seco's column made me "aw." And not the sarcastic, "poor baby, want a bottle?" kind of aw. I can sympathize because I feel like I've been there.
I kind of hated my freshman fall semester. I had no idea whether UF was even the right place for me. Couple that with the feeling of being lost on a big campus in a new city. My friend Raven was on the receiving end of so many whiny phone calls about how I was so miserable, I'm surprised she still answers the phone when I call her.
It was an unusual feeling to be lonely without being alone. There was no shortage of people with whom I could catch a movie or Krishna lunch, but it often felt like I was going through the motions, upping my UF network Facebook friend count rather than fostering real relationships.
Thankfully, things did get better in the spring semester, after I stopped stressing about it.
Meeting the right person at the right time under the right circumstances is largely a matter of luck, and while it's frustrating, I take it as permission not to worry too much over it.
Hang in there, Daniel. The semester's almost over, and you'll get to take another stab at it in the spring.
