By Farai Gwanyanya
This article can also be found in the print Edition 1 of VARSITY Newspaper.
Expectation: I’ll be involved in campus life and join as many societies as I can.
Reality: My campus involvement includes watching one rugby game, “accidently” buying an Ikeys vibe tank top and watching my bank account balance decrease by the second.
Expectation: I’m going to make lots of new friends.
Reality: The reality is I only have two friends (excluding the “Hey, how are you?” friends and the complain-about-the-quantity-of-work, friends).
Expectation: I’m especially excited to show off my new outfit on the Jammie plaza runway.
Reality: My sweatpants are comfy so I can wear the same pair for the next three days in a row and no one will notice.
Expectation: I’ll be organised and attend every lecture.
Reality: It isn’t so bad if I miss a lecture here and there, and perhaps another one next week as well. I’m supposed to be free on weekends, but every Saturday night I find myself in the Hlanganani quietly mumbling Rihanna’s “Work” to myself as I wonder whether the reading I’m working on will even be tested.
Expectation: I’m going to figure out what I want to do with my life, what my purpose is and the kind of person I want to be.
Reality: I’m finally learning to conquer my #FOMO (correctly spelt #FOMDP, Fear of Missing DP).
The truth is, my expectations haven’t always matched up to my reality. I’ve realised that a little less worry and a little more discipline equates to real freedom. However, the beauty is that I’m satisfied with my reality, yet optimistic to see what the future holds for me. I have also developed some important skills, for example I am a proficient task manager. I have the ability to take notes with my right hand, reply to a text with my left hand, fake laugh to a semi-audible joke whispered by my friend in my left ear whilst I attentively listen to the lecturer with my right ear.