First thing’s first, let me introduce myself. My name is Ian Firestone and I’m a member of the incoming Class of 2020. I plan to graduate with a history and political science major. I’m enrolled in the honors program at Wilson and, at my high school, York Suburban Senior High School, I was an honors/advanced placement student. Since 2001 I’ve lived in the medium-sized and relatively unknown city of York, Pa., and I’ve very rarely left the York/Harrisburg area. I’ve played volleyball at Yorktowne Volleyball Club for the past five years, and I played for my high school. Volleyball accounts for almost all of my travel outside of my hometown, and through the sport I’ve visited Rochester, N.Y.; Columbus, Ohio; Fort Lauderdale, Fla.; Malibu, Calif.; and Houston and Dallas.
When I’m not arguing with someone about the finer points of politics or outside playing volleyball, I like to go hiking, hang out with my friends, and play in a band. I’m a guitarist and I’ve been playing for about a year-and-a-half, so please don’t ask me to play Through the Fire and the Flames, or anything like it, unless it’s on Guitar Hero!
Myself and Grace Ruback, another incoming Class of 2020er, will be blogging throughout the academic year, sharing our first year experiences with you. To be honest, I never anticipated being in this position. For the past 12 years, I’ve managed to hide in the background in school, and I would say I’m pretty reserved, unless I’m with a group of friends. Until my volleyball coach, Jason Barshinger, also an admissions counselor at Wilson and a fellow guitarist, volunteered me for this blog, I had no intention of doing it. Then I looked at myself in the mirror and I said: “Self, you’re about to dive headfirst into a brand new life, and you honestly can’t even make cereal without burning it; its about time you step outside of your comfort zone.”So here I am, up on my soap box, about to give you a bit of insight into my life from now until I finish my first year as a member of Wilson College’s Class of 2020.
My role in this blog is twofold: first, I’m here to tell you how I feel about going to college and to share my expectations of college life. And I’ll share the realities of my experience and how I’m transitioning to the college scene. I hope the blog eases any uncertainty that our fellow classmates may share as we prepare tostart college in the next few weeks. Second, I’m here to step outside of my comfort zone and force myself to have some new experiences. This is pretty terrifying for me, but I fully intend to lay it all down in front of you: good, bad and ugly.
Good news to report as of now: I’ve completed my NCAA clearances and paid my deposit for the first semester. I know who my roommate is (shout out to my man Nick Baxter) and I know that our room is pretty close to the dining hall. I know I’m getting a mini-fridge at some point… Yeah I should probably take care of that soon. Oh, I also know how to do laundry! I think…
The bad: I have ZERO clothes packed for college. I have two main reasons: 1) I probably don’t fit into over half of the clothes in my room right now, and 2) I’m working full time in Maryland, so I don’t have much time for such trivial things as getting clothes ready to move in. I need to do that as well. On the being away from home front, my travel with volleyball has made it a tad easier to be away from home and my family, but the homesickness is going to be real.
Finally, the ugly: I’ve been dating my girlfriend, Brooke, for over a year and a half, and she’s going to be a senior this year at Lebanon High School. To be completely honest with you, I have no clue how this is going to work with me in college and her still in high school. All I know is that the first few months are going to be stressful for the both of us. I’m not sure how many of you are in similar situations but, like everything else, it’s going to be a change and I’m going to have to deal with it.
Hopefully the next time you hear from me I’ll be far more #WilsonReady, but who knows? I won’t know until the next time I’m sitting down at this desk to tell you.
Ian signing off.