In high
school, college seemed to be the scariest thing that I could
think of. I didn't know much about the "college experience"
and what I did know scared me. I pictured hare classes that
I wouldn't be able to keep up with, people that wouldn't like
me, and horrible food. Some of my friends had already been to
college and had come back to visit. I felt twelve years old
in comparison. I thought I would never be able to fit in. Everyone
else I talked to didn't seem to have this problem. They all
were thrilled at the thought of being on their own and not having
to worry about their parents telling them what to do all the
time. I felt like going to college was pretty much taking everything
that I knew and had grown accustomed to and throwing it up in
the air. The worst part about it all was that I felt like I
was the only one that actually thought about this. I felt so
immature
and childish. I decided to approach my mom about the subject.
I told her that I was a little sacred and the thought of being
on my own made me a little uneasy.
"Sweetie" she said, " I know it's a little
hard right now and things are a little confusing and overwhelming,
but it will get easier. You'll get to school and wonder how
you ever got along living here and going to high school. And
when you get a little nervous and think it's too much just
remember to stick it out and you can always come home."
Talking to her definitely put me in a better mood, but I still
couldn't shake the nervousness about the classes and the enormous
amounts of homework..
As time went by I began to not think so much about going
to school and I just wanted to savor)
the time that I had left with my familiar friends. The summer
before I came to school was probably the most fun we'd ever
had. We reminisced about our lives growing up and all the
fun that we had over the years. As the end of August rolled
around we knew that it was time to say goodbye and
be on our way. I packed up the memories of the last eighteen
years of my life into about five suitcases and was ready to
go.
I though that I still looked like I was twelve years old but
I figured I had to go sometime.
We finally made it to the dorms and began unloading my clothes
and the many bags of food that my mom had packed me. After
I tearfully said goodbye to my family and had all my things
unpacked and put exactly where I wanted, my roommate and I
decided to go around our hall. As we went around to different
rooms and met different people my nervousness seemed to diminish.
I began to realize that not everyone here knew everyone else
and everyone was just as anxious and nervous about being here
as I was. I started to feel better and was actually kind of
excited about living here all by myself. As I started to go
to my new classes I realized that they were kind of hard but
that I was ready for them, I was ready for the challenge.
I did have tons of homework and it has been overwhelming sometimes
but I've also gotten a better sense of what I can handle and
what I want to do with my life.
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