College: a world unto itself. There are so many things to learn; not only do I have to learn things for my specific classes, but I also have to learn the college language and relearn the process of making friends. In high school, our schooling was broken into groups: year, semester, nine weeks and four and a half weeks. In college, so far, I’ve only heard one distinguished time frame: semester. You have to take four semesters of a class, not two years. I’m in my first semester of college, not my first year. If I want to take a SCUBA class, I just have to wait till next semester, not next year.
In college, not everyone is within four or five years of each other. I have seen people as young as seventeen and as… “not young” as sixty. There are people who have been in the military (or still are), people who are/have been married, and people, like me, who are fresh from high school feeling as though they’ve been placed on another planet and are still trying to find themselves. I have made friends with people within all of those groupings, plus some, and it’s amazing to me that so many different people with completely different backgrounds are able to mesh well together, forgiving petty differences, and become friends.
Even though I sometimes feel lost, I wouldn’t want to be anywhere else.
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