Classes haven’t even started, and I can tell that I made the
right decision. It’s official, folks: I’m a college student. My clothes are
crammed into every crevice that they would fit in with the miniscule space we
have in the dorm. Getting on my bed could be compared to parkour: basically the
goal is to land on the bed without killing yourself. And I now have to wear
flip-flops in the slower. On the plus side, our room is decked out in pictures
and Christmas light, which couldn’t make me feel more at home.
But if you have ever been to college, you know that the dorm
isn’t that much of a concern. We have walked so much that every time I sit
down, I feel how much my legs and joints hurt. Yet, I really can’t complain,
because these few days have been such an adventure.
On my way to college I had first-day-of-school jitters,
butterflies in my stomach and all. By the end of the day I had a group of girls
to hang out with, and I was worry free, because I realized that everything was
going to be ok—now, I know it will be more than ok. This year will be great.
I have experienced my first college football game. I have
met more people in the last few days than I could have ever dreamed. And I have
received papers, pamphlets, and random free stuff galore.
Right now, I am figuring out where I fit in within this
larger Lost and Found Bin, and I couldn’t be more excited to find out where I
fit in here.
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