I entered my first year absolutely terrified I would fail. So, naturally, I played it safe. I went to class, did my homework, ate at D-Hall, and got eight hours of sleep every day. I thought that's what college was about—routine. I wish someone had told me that college isn't about always playing it safe.
Don't get me wrong—structuring my life definitely helped me stay afloat. However, as I learned in the coming semesters, the most memorable experiences occurred when I ignored the tasks in my planner. These were the nights when I put away the study materials and went on a late night diner run or stayed up late talking to friends about the famous people they'd love to eat dinner with (clearly, my life revolves around food).
Taking risks and making memories with people that would start off as my acquaintances, but by the end of the night become my good friends—that's what meant the most.