Hello, lovely creatures! My name is Sheker, and I am a rising sophomore at Wellesley College. I am from Ashagabat, Turkmenistan, a post-Soviet country in Central Asia. I am planning on majoring in computer science and… I haven’t decided on my minor yet (:0).
In each blog, we will cover some aspect of my life. Today we have a one-sided discussion, where you will mostly be reading what I have typed (hehe), about some of the funniest moments as an international student.
Are you ready to get your daily dose of MY embarrassment?!!
The most recent one actually happened last summer during orientation (nostalgia: 0). It was the weekend when domestic students finally joined the international students in the orientation. At Wellesley, when you are an international student, you arrive and start the orientation 2–3 days earlier than domestic students to help with jet lag and other adjustments. So I was really excited to see the rest of the yellow class of 2027, and I met three wonderful students on my floor in Munger Hall. After brief introductions, we decided to have brunch in Lulu; so here we are in Lulu talking about… boys. One of the students started spilling tea (“discussing,” for any millennials reading this blog, thank me later) about her… yeah, you guessed it right, “situationship.” Silly me remembered this word from the countless reels I watched on Instagram, so silly me thought that “situationship” refers to any awkward situations that happen in one’s life. Right? Wrong!
Anyway, after she finished talking about her summer fling, I thought it would be a good idea to talk about the most recent awkward moments I had that summer. I will never forget the looks of complete confusion on my counterparts’ faces. They were not even confused; they were dumbfounded and bamboozled. We resumed the conversation as if nothing happened, and they never made any remarks about me misusing the word. Only months later, during my second semester as a first-year student at Wellesley, upon my discussion of the same subject matter with my international friends (very fancy sentence ☕), I discovered what the word means. Now I am conditioned to get cringe shots out of nowhere every time I think about it. Think of getting vaccination shots, but instead of having antibodies, you’re having doses of cringe inserted. You might ask, “Hey, why did you even decide to make a whole blog post about it?” That’s because I want you to suffer with me… just kidding.
So sibs, especially international sibs, the moral of the story: don’t be afraid to say something wrong and be cringy. If I hadn’t made that silly assumption, I would not have anything interesting to write about for my blog post.
FYI for anyone who wonders what situationship means according to Google: “a romantic or intimate relationship that lacks clear definitions or commitments typically associated with traditional romantic relationships.”
Thank me later.
Currently running on caffeine and dry humor (:0)
Sheker
