College seemed to be the craziest thing that I could think
of. Whenever I thought about it in my stomach would immediately 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 ithought of, 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 have spent
practically my whole life with, my family who put up with all my little quirk.
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 will
thrilled at the thought of being on their own and not having to worry about
their parents telling them what to do all time.and, sure the thought was
extremely exciting to me as well, but how would I survive without my friends and the things that had taken me
eighteen years to get used to.
As time went by I began to not think so much about going to
college and I just wanted to utilize the time that I had left with my familiar
friends. The summer before I came to college was probably the most fun we ever
had. We reminisced about our lives growing up and all the fun that we had over
the years. We all knew that come
September things would never be the same again and we have to make the most of
it while we still could. As the end of august rolled around we knew that it was
time to say goodbye and be on our way to our own independence. I packed up the
memories of the last eighteen years of my life into about five suitcases and
was ready to go.
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