Today I was reminded of my time at OU. For those of you that don't know, I spent a year and a half at OU. I went as a freshmen and then left after the first semester of my sophmore year. I don't talk about that time in my life or really think about it all that much either. I had awesome roommates my first year and second so that always helped, but something wasn't right. I struggled that entire year and half to find my place. Most of my friends were in sororities and I tried that and it didn't work out. I tried several organizations, but nothing felt right. I was in an education program, but I hated it because it just wasn't the level of education that I desired. For a year and half I straight up struggled. I had a great church with a great college minister, but nothing felt like it fit right. About October of my sophmore year, on a whim, I applied to Texas A&M. I got in and head to A&M to complete my sohmore year. After a semester I applied to work at the church I was attending, and as I began my junior year working at the church I realized that I had finally found my spot.
I don't revisit my memories of OU much because it was really difficult, however, it is always a sweet reminder that trials come to an end. They have their purpose, they teach us, they mold us, and then they move on. Being amoung new trial it is always a good idea to look back at the lessons learned from the old trials. It's funny how my "trial" at OU now brings me peace amoungst current trials. A peace that no other experience could bring.
So while it was hard, I will always be part SOONER! BOOMER SOONER!
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