After almost a year and a half of being transplanted into a new environment practically against my will and having to adapt to the polar opposite lifestyle, I’ve finally found a group of friends. My group of friends. I may still be a new addition to the group, and maybe I’m not totally comfortable around all, or even accepted by some, but it’s really a big step for me. In California, I basically became close with a small group of my dormmates right from the get-go, and I was completely content throughout that year with having these few close friends. We had our complaints and conflicts, but we made it work. In some respects, they were more than friends — they were Aldor family.
Honestly, I was hesitant to leave this behind when I made the decision to transfer. My fears were realized when I finally settled into Baylor. The dynamic fashion and people were replaced by cookie-cutter Greek-life students. I felt so out of place walking around campus, and I felt like I stuck out in a particularly bad way. Between the class requirements, greek life, and the tuition, I was regretting choosing Baylor more and more. That whole first year, I really only connected with my three roommates, one of which doesn’t even attend Baylor any longer. Even then, I didn’t really get to know them all that well.
But now, I’m so glad to be a part of this club. Just as I had my Aldor family, I now have my PLB family. We have our ups and downs, and drama’s always on the horizon, but I wouldn’t want the composition of the club to be any different. It’s what makes us a family, and I really am so thankful that I’ve been accepted into it. Walking to classes feels different now, for whatever reason. Even though I know that the chances of seeing anyone from the club are slim, I still keep a hopeful eye out, and in turn, my whole outlook of being on campus has completely changed for the better. I no longer regret choosing to come to Baylor. Baylor is home to PLB — my home.
I know it wasn’t easy to try and incorporate me into activities, even after I started coming out of my shell. One day, I’ll explicitly sit down and be real with all of the people who helped bring me in and tried to include me. I’ll tell all of them how thankful I am, and how this group of people made my time here at Baylor worthwhile. I know it’s a stupid excuse, but I don’t want to reveal this vulnerable side to me just yet. Maybe it’s because I know that this is a big part of who I am, and don’t want to catch anyone off-guard with all these bottled feelings of affection and thankfulness I have for each and every person in the club. I know I’ll probably start crying, if not tearing up at the thought of expressing these feelings, and I just don’t think it’s appropriate to show that side of me at this time. Maybe it’s because I want to bask in the belief that I’m sassy, that I’m “a thug,” when in reality, the sassiness is just a cover for my overly-sensitive and sentimental self. Instead of saying anything just yet, I’ll promise to maintain the close ties that I’ve made, and improve those that are sure to come within my next and last year here at Baylor. I just want everyone to know that, years from now, whenever I think of Baylor, my PLB family will be the first thing that come to mind, and I wouldn’t have it any other way.