Moving On
As I have said in previous posts, this year has been a struggle. Adjusting just does not seem to be a task I can do very easily. However, the one thing that frightens me most, was at the top of my goal list for this year.
I had grown in a world that was beginning to cave in on me. Like being trapped in a cage with hundreds of other people for eighteen years. By the time I graduated high school, I knew everyone and everyone knew me. It was exhausting. Everyone always knew every little thing about you. Rumors traveled fast and easily. If you broke up with someone, you would most definitely see them and might even have to talk to them everyday. There was no escape. Now, I am not saying it was all bad. Such a small environment encouraged me to form solid and meaningful friendships quickly. However, I disagreed with a lot of the culture I was being raised in believed in. My parents were done too. I knew I wanted to get out. I wanted to move on as much as I possibly could.
I knew college was my opportunity. Almost everyone in my high school goes to the exact same college. I was not about to be stuck in a slightly larger cage with all the same people again for the next four years. I wanted a clean slate. New environment. New friends. New found freedom.
Now it has been almost a full first year for me here at Fox, and I could not be happier. It took a whole semester for me to adjust, but now I have the best kind of friends I could ever ask for, a campus much bigger than any school I have attended. Just a new, fresh chapter in my life. I could not be more grateful for how I moved on.
I had grown in a world that was beginning to cave in on me. Like being trapped in a cage with hundreds of other people for eighteen years. By the time I graduated high school, I knew everyone and everyone knew me. It was exhausting. Everyone always knew every little thing about you. Rumors traveled fast and easily. If you broke up with someone, you would most definitely see them and might even have to talk to them everyday. There was no escape. Now, I am not saying it was all bad. Such a small environment encouraged me to form solid and meaningful friendships quickly. However, I disagreed with a lot of the culture I was being raised in believed in. My parents were done too. I knew I wanted to get out. I wanted to move on as much as I possibly could.
I knew college was my opportunity. Almost everyone in my high school goes to the exact same college. I was not about to be stuck in a slightly larger cage with all the same people again for the next four years. I wanted a clean slate. New environment. New friends. New found freedom.
Now it has been almost a full first year for me here at Fox, and I could not be happier. It took a whole semester for me to adjust, but now I have the best kind of friends I could ever ask for, a campus much bigger than any school I have attended. Just a new, fresh chapter in my life. I could not be more grateful for how I moved on.
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