I have attended the same school for thirteen years, been friends with the same people, and gone to the same church all my life. I have never been placed in a situation where I did not know anyone, but that awkward situation is about to take place. I am on my way to Auburn University where I know less than ten people. I am terrified, yet I am ecstatic.
Albany, Georgia, my little bubble, is about to pop. I am leaving my parents, my sister, my brother, and my home. Come August seventh, I will have to completely readjust to my surroundings, make entirely new friends, and refrain from becoming homesick. I know that I will survive, but I can feel in my gut the emotional, personal battles and issues coming that will take place throughout the fall.
Many students make fun of us students who attend Deerfield because it is a private school. According to public school students, those who attend any private school have always lived in a bubble, where they have had everything handed to them. Public school students do not realize that we, private school students, deal with the same real life issues as they do. Even though I somewhat disagree with some public school students’ theory, I cannot help but wonder if the rumors are true. I ask myself the question of whether I believe them or not every day.
I have always made it through any battle or conflict that has been put on my shoulders, but because I have never lived any where besides Albany, I am nervous not knowing what to expect at Auburn. I hope that I will easily make new friends and fit in with many of my future peers. I hope that I keep up my grades while maintaining a full social calendar. I hope my roommate and I get along and that dorm life is not as bad as it may seem. Ultimately, I hope that I will survive living without my family in Albany.
Albany, Georgia, my little bubble, is about to pop. I am leaving my parents, my sister, my brother, and my home. Come August seventh, I will have to completely readjust to my surroundings, make entirely new friends, and refrain from becoming homesick. I know that I will survive, but I can feel in my gut the emotional, personal battles and issues coming that will take place throughout the fall.
Many students make fun of us students who attend Deerfield because it is a private school. According to public school students, those who attend any private school have always lived in a bubble, where they have had everything handed to them. Public school students do not realize that we, private school students, deal with the same real life issues as they do. Even though I somewhat disagree with some public school students’ theory, I cannot help but wonder if the rumors are true. I ask myself the question of whether I believe them or not every day.
I have always made it through any battle or conflict that has been put on my shoulders, but because I have never lived any where besides Albany, I am nervous not knowing what to expect at Auburn. I hope that I will easily make new friends and fit in with many of my future peers. I hope that I keep up my grades while maintaining a full social calendar. I hope my roommate and I get along and that dorm life is not as bad as it may seem. Ultimately, I hope that I will survive living without my family in Albany.
Reading that feels very strange because so much has changed in the five years since I wrote that article. First and foremost, we lost Stephen that June. Goes to show how life can blindside you- My bubble popped June 17th, not August 7th. AND I ended up not being the biggest Auburn fan. All things aside, those things made me who I am today, and I ended up having a great college experience at UGA. No, it wasn't the "normal" college experience, but who wants to be normal anyway?! As I am thinking about all of this in Target, observing the wide-eyed, eager freshman, I cannot help but wonder what will happen to them, who will they become, and are they ready. Good luck to all the fresh meat, I mean freshman, out there. I hope your college experiences are everything you want them to be.
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