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Experience - A Freshers diary



I was asked to write for my college yearbook on the topic

-Wonderful experience in college. 

 and this is what I wrote.

Going by the literal definition, 'Experience' is "the process of doing and seeing things and of having things happen to you."

The first semester of my college was a whole lot of not getting things that I wanted. Not getting into societies that I applied for. Not fitting into the group of people who I wanted to be friends with. Not achieving the grades I wanted and that’s just a whole lot of experience right there.
Soon, I made up my own definition of experience:
"Experience is what you get when you don’t get what you wanted."

My best memories in college are based on just one line:
"Sometimes things have to fall apart to make way for better things..." (HIMYM reference)

Since I didn't get into societies of my choice, I had time to explore other options available in college and that's how I got into Tedx.
Organizing an international conference in your college was a whole other ball game! I learnt a lot of things from pitching to sponsors to marketing to selling tickets to decorate and even registration work. In fact, I made a lot of friends and got some amazing seniors to guide me in that process as well. The night that TedX got over, I received a number of messages from the team, one of which stood out. The one that said, "I could surely say that you are going to amaze everyone from your work by the time you would reach third year." And that is the first memorable experience of my college life.

But, what after Tedx was over?
I became the same girl sitting in the corner struggling to be found in an ocean of people. 


Making friends in college have been the worst thing ever. You never find people of similar interests, its hard for you to suddenly start trusting someone. And I never liked the group I was supposed to be in, again, I'm not saying that they aren't good. All of them are truly amazing, I think I just don't belong there.


So there I was in class, feeling lonelier, more than ever , when one day our teacher started talking to us about our interests and hobbies. As I told her mine, and she told me how she was also fascinated by the same stuff in her teenage, she started talking to me almost as if we were close friends, and we were laughing like two buddies who met after a long time. She motivated me to pursue my passion like no friend could. 
Therefore, Experience is the most overrated thing out there,
Create memories
Not experiences

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