I just finished up my first semester at Berkeley a few weeks ago, and to be perfectly honest, it wasn’t that great. I realize that people have control over how their own college experience will play out, and that what I’m about to say might come off extremely whiny, but I don’t really have anyone else to share this with.
I’m honestly dreading the start of next semester for many reasons.
The first reason I’m not looking forward to heading back to Cal is because of academics. I find it hilarious how I worked really hard for 12 years to get into a relatively good college, and now I’m working even harder to stay afloat academically.
I’m molecular and cell biology/premed, and the latter means that if I want to ever make it to medical school, I have to get pretty good grades.
I took Chem 1A, Chem 1AL, Math 10A, and French R1A (an English class) my first semester, and I got a 3.77 GPA, derived from A’s and a B+ in math. Parents were pissed/disappointed about the B+, and very little was said about the (other) better grades–in fact, dad was disappointed about the 93% on the (difficult) chem 1a midterm.
Additionally, my dad isn’t too happy about me majoring in biology and regularly reminds me that if I don’t get good grades (which means basically all A’s—from experience, if I don’t get straight A’s, everything goes to hell in my house), I’m screwed because I won’t be able to go to medical school, and because biology majors have very poor job prospects without a graduate or professional degree.
As much as I hate hearing that, I know it’s the truth and that GPA is important for medical school admissions. I don’t have much confidence in myself academically looking towards next semester. I’m signed up to take Chem 3A, Math 10B, Sociology 1 and Psych W1, and I’m pretty scared. I didn’t expect to do as well as I did in general chemistry (chemistry 1A), but I somehow did. However, chemistry 3A is a totally different animal, as it is organic chemistry—which has a universally bad reputation, and I’m scared that I just won’t “get it,” or do badly in that and other classes.
It all boils down to what if I do really poorly (parents will get mad or find some way to make me feel poorly if I don’t get all A’s)? Even if I discover next semester that I somehow magically have the ability to get a 4.0, I know that I’ll be living in the library again, and it’s just depressing that I have to spend most of my time studying. I probably didn’t need to spend all that time studying, but I made academics my first priority as I was completely new to Berkeley and had no idea how things would play out.
Moreover, I was extremely nervous before every exam, quiz, and assignment getting handed back, as I was and am still afraid of doing so poorly on something that it results in irrevocable losses grade-wise, and I know that fear will come up again second semester and for the rest of my time at Cal. That anxiety is just not fun to deal with.
Another reason why I’m dreading next semester is because I don’t want to feel inferior to my peers again. I’ve realized over and over again that no matter how difficult an exam is (my math final had an average of 59), there will always be someone that does really well (top score on the final was 99), and it just sucks when it’s not you.
I topped Chem 1A midterms and to a lesser extent, the final, but I tasted failure with our lab final exam and with pretty much all the math exams (did really poorly on the first midterm, maybe only half/0.75 SDs above the median for the other exams). I know it’s not realistic to expect myself to always score highly, but I’ve felt mediocre all my life, and every time I don’t top the class, I fear that I’m only average.
Additionally, one of my roommates highly annoys me. I’m very reserved and quiet and whatnot, but she is very outgoing and open. She is also very intrusive and always asked me what grade I received on midterms, finals, quizzes, and lab reports.
Most of all, she started dating someone less than 2 weeks into college, and I don’t know why it bothers me as much as it does, as I know that it’s her life.
I’m not exactly jealous of the fact that she has a boyfriend, as I have developed crushes on absolutely zero people during my first semester of college. I have only had one crush in my entire life, and it’s hard for me to imagine that any guy would make my life significantly better. I guess I’m just envious that my roommate has someone to rely on/care for her, and someone that genuinely makes her happy, I suppose.
In contrast, I feel like I’m just going through the motions in most of my relationships—asking about people’s wellbeing, talking to them, doing stuff for them, etc. just because I should, not because I’m motivated by genuine concern or oxytocin-induced intense feelings of love to do so. I have one close friend at Cal whom I love to death, but I don’t feel “rushes of affection” even around her. I just prefer her company and feel comfortable disclosing some personal things with her more so than I would with others.
I sometimes wish that there was someone in my life (not even necessarily a boyfriend) that I felt strongly about (i.e. genuine happiness whenever that person is around) and could talk to about anything and everything, and I guess that’s the root point of my annoyance/envy, because currently, I don’t feel that way about anyone in my life—no one makes me feel “rushes of affection” and I don’t feel comfortable being completely vulnerable and open about anyone/continually struggle to find people whom I can talk to about bad days and rough moments.
Additionally, I’m fairly certain that I have avoidant personality disorder, which adds another dimension to this (have never been diagnosed, but have read countless articles about the condition, and could relate heavily to everything mentioned there), which makes me very uncomfortable getting into intimate relationships and seeing intimacy.
Moreover, I know that there is an element of physical attraction in romantic relationships, and I’ve felt insecure about my appearance all my life. No one has ever called me ugly (nothing much has ever been said about my appearance, other than some BS forced comments from relatives about how “beautiful I am”), but compared to girls who are obviously/stunningly attractive, I feel quite plain by comparison. I know ratings mean nothing, but most people would place me at around a 7 or 7.5/10. That’s another reason seeing people in relationships makes me uncomfortable, because it makes me wonder—if I were more attractive, would I be in a relationship too?
Switching topics, I feel like students have to be proactive at Berkeley in getting research opportunities and whatnot, and while learning to be proactive is a good thing for the adult world and life in general, it’s hard for me because I’m very shy and bad at advocating for myself.
Moreover, adjusting to independence was hard, especially when things came up. I ran into laptop problems twice, and I knew that if I had gone to UCLA or a college close to home, my parents would have been more readily available to help me deal with similar things/could go home more often to escape the BS that has been my college life.
Tldr: Not looking forward to going back to Berkeley because of tough classes, PDA, being forced out of my comfort zone, and having to be independent all over again. Sorry if this came off as whiny.