Preschool, School, and now College...
One of my previous posts was about finishing school, the nostalgia accompanied with it and the various lessons I learned along the way. Keeping up with the theme of big changes, this post is going to be about my experiences leading up to college and how college life is treating me so far.
All of my friends are in different cities, and different states. I am writing this post, sitting in the same spot I sit in while writing and listening to songs, in the same room I have lived in for the past 7 years, and I go to college in the same city I have lived in for most of my life. It was not what I planned, nope. Circumstances led me to keep my feet planted in my hometown for another 3 years. I would have traded living in this city with my friends in an instant and would worry about my laundry and food and the unfamiliarity of a new place if it meant I could be staying in the university I wanted to go to.
The days leading up to the start of college were very bittersweet; I was happy that I got into a good college, and I was bitter that I did not even get to try out for the university I really wanted to go to. I threw multiple tantrums, some of huge magnitude. I acted like Veruca Salt from Charlie and the Chocolate Factory. Then, college started, and I slowly learned to let go, and make the most of what was in front of me. And it wasn’t half bad as I made it out to be in my mind. The classes were pretty good, I found really nice people, cool people and responsible people to hang out with and chill and spend the next 3 years with. The campus is slowly growing on me too, but I’m still searching for my own special spot. I’m slowly coming to terms with the fact that I could not go where I really wanted to, and that it’s alright, because I see amazing opportunities and a chance at really good friendships here.
But, I’m already done with college. It hasn’t even been a full semester and I resemble a homeless person half the time, and I don’t even care. I want to go back to school and be a kid again. And I want to fast forward to 5 years from now, to when I’ll hopefully know what to do with my life and have everything in place; I want to fast forward to the part where I have my life put together and I don’t laugh at how hilariously stressful college is making me. If I can’t do either of them, I guess I’m going to try doing things the hard way. College life is like writing this post; It stresses me out like hell, but I look forward to the outcome because it’s the result stemming from my efforts. I’d like to think life as a college student will look good on me. 2 months down, 5 semesters and 2 more months to go.