Evelyn's Point of View

Second Semester. I finally had this whole “college” thing down. I miss my dog, personal space, own bathroom and mom’s cooking just as much as they say you will (if not more), but I’ve made amazing friends and have finally (sort of) adjusted to living on my own.

I never thought I would have loved college so much. I was always the one to stay quiet when all of my high school friends would imagine and crave the day they could get away from their bitching parents and infuriating siblings and finally live on their own.

College classes? Having to pay for everything myself? Not seeing my mom and dad everyday?
Yeah. I was never excited for college. Especially when I was forced to go to a public high school after nine years of Catholic grade school because money was tight at home. That transition made me realize change just wasn't for me. I liked having a routine and my simple life.

I’m the first to admit that I was boring, obedient and just overall average growing up. I went to Church on Sunday’s. Did my homework before it was due. Studied for tests and quizzes. Went to my friend’s houses for a couple of hours on the weekends. Never got into trouble…

In high school, I avoided any and all peer pressure to try drugs and alcohol simply because I had no desire to do either. Well, until my senior year at least. I got drunk for the first time that year when I went to visit my sister at her college, and eventually drinking became something I enjoyed doing only every now and then.

My parents are still married after 25 years and I rarely argue with them. My mom and sister are my best friends. My brother’s know how to push my buttons, but they also would kick anyone’s ass who threatened me.

Average.


It took me much longer to find a college that I liked compared to everyone else because I didn’t know what I wanted. Well, what I wanted was to stay where I was and not have to think about growing up and moving on to the real world, but that wasn't an option.

My parents have always told my siblings and I that college is the only choice. Where we wanted to go was our option, but we must go. They have our best interest in mind, and I’m thankful they pushed us all to go, but I would be lying if I didn’t say I wasn’t scared and most definitely not ready to go.

When I finally decided on a small state school of about 10,000 students two hours from of our house, however, everything became even more scary.

Now I had to find out where to live. Who would I live with in the dorms? What would I major in? Would I even be able to make new friends? I’d had the same friends my whole life…

The summer before college began I completely pushed aside all of my stress and anxiety and attempted to just have fun while I could. I did get a little excited as thee days approached once I thought of how fun college could be, but that didn’t last too long.

Move in day approached quicker than ever. I was a ball of nerves. Saying goodbye to my family and dog and moving all of my stuff into a dorm that was half the size of my room at home was even worse than I imagined. The 90 degree weather didn’t help either.

And the first two weeks weren’t any better. Thankfully my roommate and I clicked right away and a girl I knew from my high school lived just a floor above me… But that wasn’t enough to distract me enough from my terrible homesickness. I missed my family like crazy, and having to start new wasn’t refreshing like they say it is. It was scary and difficult.

But somehow I managed to make it through. After those two first weeks I stopped calling my parents and sister crying (multiple times a day) and got into the swing of things. I began to make more friends and pushed myself to take advantage of this new chapter in my life.
Maybe it was just being in a new place or around new people, but whatever it was, something told me I wasn’t happy with myself or how I was living.

I started doing things I wanted to and grew up. I went out and had fun with my friends. I stayed up late some nights studying like the good student I had always been, but I also balanced my time with other things to.

I truly found myself in my first semester of college, as cliche as it sounds.

And after a month of being home for winter break, I was ready to get back and finish the year off with a bang. Classes have been in session for two weeks now, and it was looking to be a promising semester already.

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