Exactly 252 days ago, I walked onto Bordner 300 and into 312 for the first time. I knew no one, not even my roommate, and to be honest, I had no idea what I was getting myself into. I had spent my first day of college moving my whole life in boxes up three flights of stairs in the pouring rain, convincing my parents that I was stable enough for them to actually leave me and pacing around my dorm room thinking to myself, “well, what now?” The cement walls were cold, white and blank, my desk was empty and undecorated and 312 felt like anything but home.
252 days later, I am staring at the same blank, white cement walls and boring, half packed desk, and yet, I have never felt more at home. I am in complete denial that next week I will no longer call 312 home, I will say goodbye to N Fee Lane and that I will have officially completed (or survived) my freshman year of college. From moving onto a floor of complete strangers to spending the past nine months eating, breathing and living together, Bordner 300 has introduced me to fifty-six of the most incredible individuals, including ten of my best, closest friends and the best boyfriend I could ask for. From the first unbearably awkward floor meeting, to Trevor getting kicked out of every group message a minimum of six times a week, KK yelling “what up, what up” down the hallway (half naked and usually intoxicated), spending enough money as a floor on Pizza X to be a considered a sponsor and Paul making pre-game pancakes before nights out because he got tired of seeing us not even make it off the floor (my bad), there came a point when Bordner 300 went from being students on a floor in McNutt, to becoming a B3 family.
Although living on B3 was the most entertaining, wild dorm experience I could hope for (ie., the drunken weekday nights, constant violations of quiet and courtesy hours, dreading walking into the bathroom after a tailgate weekend and numerous accounts of floor-cest), it also showed me more love, acceptance and support than I have ever experienced. B3 does not care what major you are, whether you are a direct admit, undecided or have changed your major nine times since August, there is never a moment that you feel inferior to those around you because they are constantly supporting and encouraging your decisions. It does not matter what high school you went to, what city you come from or what type of social class you may have been categorized into, B3 appreciates you for the unique, significant person that you are. From California to India, from a hockey player to a singing Hoosier and from Greek life to future resident assistants, each individual of B3 has grown mentally, educationally and emotionally as they have lived through their first year here at Indiana University, and personally, I could not be more proud of these fifty-six people. After nine months of being away at college, I have not only gained knowledge from my academic enrollment, but I have grasped some of the most valuable lessons and experiences from these people around me.
Next week I will say goodbye to my first college home, my first college friends and my first year of college. When I come back in three months, I will move in with more than 100 of the most inspiring, beautiful and fun women in my life and begin making new memories at 1000 Nojo, and I am already counting down the days until I get to be back in Bloomington. But for those who are about to begin their first year of college, this is what I wish for you: I hope that your floor makes you realize that high school is irrelevant and does not compare when it comes to the best years of your life. I hope that on your worst Tuesday, that you have an RA that will pray for you, or solely go out of their way to reassure you of your doubts. I hope that you are surrounded by people who love and support you unconditionally, no matter how many times you feel the need to recreate yourself. I hope that you go out on a Wednesday night with your floormates for the hell of it, and then come home and devour a large cheesy bread with extra ranch. I hope you and your floormates all gather in the lounge, with unlimited C-Store snacks, and watch The Devil Wears Prada while procrastinating studying for finals. I hope that you realize that college is more than education. Last but definitely not least, I hope you find your people, like I found mine on Bordner 300.
So, here is to an incredible and crazy first year of college, here is to lifelong friendships and here is to Bordner 300.
Thank you for making freshman year unforgettable, despite everything we do not remember, thank you for making dorm life comparable to a McNutt version of Jersey Shore, thank you for being the inspiration behind this blog, and not making fun of me for being a blogger (except you, Michael), but most of all, thank you for making me a better person these past nine months. I hope that in the next three years, and beyond, we always document the B3 family whenever two or more of us are together, I hope that when we see each other walking to class that we skip class and go get lunch and I hope that you know that you always have the B3 family to fall back on when college, and life, becomes too much.
Bordner 300, it’s been real and it’s been fun, and actually it’s been real fun, so put your Skol and lemonade in the air, and cheers to B3, McNutt and freshman year.