In High School, college seemed to be the scariest thing that I could think of. Whenever I thought about it my stomach would immediately begin to spin in circles. Although I was ready to go off and be by myself and meet new people I was scared to death at the same time. I didn’t know much about the “college experience” and what I did know (or thought I knew) scared me. I pictured hard classes that I wouldn’t be able to keep up with, people that wouldn’t like me, long hikes to get to my classes, and horrible food. I couldn’t imagine leaving the security of my own room, my own stuff where I want it, my friends that I’ve spent practically my whole life with, my family who put up with all my little quirks, and my car!! What was I going to do without my precious car? Some of my friends that had already been to college and had come back to visit seemed so much older and more mature. I felt twelve years old in comparison. I thought that I would never be able to fit in. Everyone else that I talked to didn’t however 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. And sure, the thought was extremely excitin
Now that I have one semester behind me and have gotten a better taste of the true “college experience” I’ve realized that the expectations that I held in September have definitely changed and I’m not so scared of living on my own. I’ve met plenty of people that I don’t think I would’ve had a chance to become friends with if I had not come to college. And although the classes are kind of difficult and the food was worse than I expected and I still haven’t gotten used to my roommate’s messiness, I’ve grown to like the college environment. I’ve learned that my mom was actually right. I did get used to it and I have no idea how I ever managed to live at home. I still miss the security of living at home and the home cooked meals that are nonexistent here and the friends that I grew up with but I know that we’ve all changed and those memories are just that – memories. And when times get too tough my mom is just a phone call away. But I’m not too quick to call her and have her solve my problems. I’ve learned that I can usually work things out by myself. I’m glad that I’ve gone through these changes in myself and it makes me realize that I don’t need to fear change, that it’s just a part of life that everyone has to go through sometime. I still think I look like I’m twelve though
We finally made it to the dorms and began unloading my clothes and the eight million bags of food that my mom had packed me. Although I wasn’t too worried about my new roommate seeing as how she was a friend from home and we had already decided to live together, I still was unsure about sharing my room and not being able to have the privacy that I had back home. I was worried that the little habits that I had that no one at home seemed to mind might annoy my roomma
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