Ya know, college is a funny thing. It's a very lonely place. I can recall many dreary shuttle rides, gasping for fresh air due to the fact that the weight limit was passed sixteen people ago and the kid next to me didn't brush his teeth. Or his underarms. Or both. I can remember the first snowfall when my cheap-o shoes soaked through to my socks and toes.
In college, the the first thing you notice about a guy is his ring finger. It doesn't matter if you dress cute to impress the fella's anyway...there's 500 other girls in class to choose from. You rarely sit with your friends at lunch like the good ol' days. If you're like me, lunch usually consists of Wheat Thins and a PB&J from home 'cause you're too cheap to visit the Quickstop.
You realize that the only thing in life you really succeed at is procrastination. You realize that 8:30 a.m. is waaay too early and morning classes should be avoided like the plague, and that 2:30 a.m. is decent bedtime (which is probably why the morning classes are so dreadful.) You realize (well, at least I did) that High School really wasn't so bad and was a piece of red velvet cake. You realize that your life will never be the same again.
People told me I would meet tons of new people and have amazing experiences in college. The people I met at the beginning of the year are strangers to me now. And I guess the crazy-awesome experiences were lost somewhere on the way-too-full shuttle, because the most amazing thing that's happened is me simply surviving my first semester of Freshman year...
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