College. The place where small town meets big city and tries to create a community. Or the place where you go because you don't know where else to go. I see it as an investment of serious time and money, so I might as well try my absolute hardest to get my moneys worth.
Unfortunately, I don't really know what I want to major in or what my dream job is. However I do know that math is not included in the foreseeable future. I also know that even though I don't know the specifics, I know that I want to do something I love. If a career has to take up half of my life, why wouldn't I shape it around my interests?
As of now, my main interests are writing (obviously), psychology, and food. I really love food. Being a chef is not in the cards though, I just had to throw that in there because food is a huge part of my life.
Basically, I am looking forward to the next four years of experiences while simultaneously dreading the lack of sleep and constant stress. The first few days have been awesome with all of the new people and places, and the communal bathrooms really aren't as bad as expected.
The hardest part isn't college itself, it is the things like not having my boyfriend to tell me to lock my car and keep track of my sunglasses. Or not being able to run upstairs for food at home. Not seeing family is also a huge adjustment and I am really missing my siblings, even though they all drive me crazy.
While all of that is hard, it is also just part of growing up. Once I stop forgetting my access card to my dorm building and figure out my way around the campus, I think I could get used to the college life.