In approximately one month, I will be heading out to college. 30 days, and then It’s off to Richmond and into the next chapter of my life. I think it’s going to be fun, exciting and all that jazz, but now I can’t tell if my responses to my friends and families never ending queries of “when are you leaving for college?” are even genuine. “August 21st.” I’d say, robotically. Repeating something over and over, only makes it feel more metallic and permanent, yet I still have yet to feel the situation solidify. Am I afraid? A little. Nervous? Maybe? Anxious? Why so many questions? I’ll take that as a yes.
On one hand, I am at the gates of my newest journey in life and yeah, I am pretty excited. But on the other, I’m at the gates of my newest journey in life and yeah, I’m scared shitless.
I’ll meet new people. So that’s a plus.
I’m rooming with my best friend. Add one in the “pros” column.
Richmond is a great city. Strike three.
I have a possible job at Apple: Yay, Apple.
All my classes are really nice, and timed well. Swish.
I suppose going away to college wont be too bad, not that I thought it would be horrendous. Still though, not knowing what’s going to happen next gives me the strangest sense of excitement and fear all mixed into one.
College makes people cry.
College brings out the nerd in you.
College makes douchebags and douchebagettes, into larger douching products.
But most of all,
College turns students into scholars, professors into mentors, and companions into siblings.
Fuck it. I can’t wait to go to College.











