Sunday, March 17, 2019
College Days :: Personal Narrative, Autobiographical Essay
A year has past and now we stand on the strand of returning to a world where we are surrounded by the problem of everything, and yet nothing being the same. In days we will reluctantly give our hugs and, fighting the tears, say goodbye to plurality who were once dear names on a sheet of paper to return to people that we hugged and fought tears to say goodbye to forrader we ever left. We will ease up our best friends to return to our best friends. We will go back to the places we came from and go back to the same things we did last summer and every summer beforehand that. We will come into town on the same familiar road, and rase though it has been months, it will calculate like only yesterday. As you take the air into your old bedroom, every emotion will pass through you as you reflect on the way your life has changed and the person you have become. You of a sudden realize that the things that were most important to you a year ago dont seem to matter so much anymore, a nd the things you hold highest now, no one at family will completely understand. The memories and the stories from school wont mean anything to anyone at home and yet you resent them for that, that they cant share that happiness with you. Who will you c any send-off? What will you do your first weekend home with your friends? How long before you actually start missing people barging in without calling or knocking? Who will get pizza at three in the morning with you now? How long until you adjust to sleeping alone in a room again? Then you start to realize how much things have changed, and you realize the hardest part of college is balancing the two completely disparate worlds you now live in, trying desperately to hold on to everything all the while trying to figure out what you have to leave behind. In the matter of one days traveling time, we will leave our world of quick next door to our best friends, walking across campus to eat, instant messenger, 800am classes, and the perpetual procrastination to a world that will seem alien to us despite the fact that we lived in it for eighteen years. But it is diverse now.
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