My First Week of College

Since I was about 13, I have always looked forward to college and moving out of my house so that I could set my own rules and standards and not have to live by what my parents would tell me all the time. I wanted to feel that pride of being independent and not having to rely on my parents forever. It was time for me to grow up. Last Wednesday when I was packing up all of my stuff to leave home I got this feeling of joy and excitement that I had been waiting for all these years. I went to SOAR on Thursday and had to deal with a little bit of frustration due to Charlotte not having my transcripts, but once we figured it out I started to get more and more excited. On Friday, my parents helped me move all of my stuff into my suite and then they just left like nothing ever happened. This was when I felt a sense of urgency and impatience because I was ready to start living my own life. As the weekend passed I was excited to start all my classes and meet a lot of new people. As Monday approached quickly I started walking down the path towards my first class and I realized I was alone. I had no one there to show me where my classes were or to even talk too for a brief second. When I walked into a classroom full of 200 people, my heart dropped and all these questions came into my mind. How am I going to learn and meet people when I am surrounded by 200 other people? After my first class, I walked outside and it was like a completely different world. I didn't have a clue where I was or how to get back to my housing facility so without a thought in mind I start walking and about 10 minutes into my walk I realized I had no clue where I was and was very scared to ask someone. This is a time where I would call mommy or daddy but I couldn't. Finally after 45 minutes of walking around all by myself filled with frustration I arrived in front of my suite. I sat down in my room and just cried for hours upon hours. It was very upsetting to be so far away from home and not to have anyone there to talk too or to even be with. As the week went on things became a little better and I started to meet some new people. I am starting to adjust and I like all of my professors. The third day of class, I got really sick and had to go to healthcare on campus. I needed mommy and daddy there to take care of me and make sure I was doing what I needed to do to get well. All of this independence is starting to get to me now that it's actually happening. I'm not sure what to think about college right now because it's all hitting me at once and it is a life changing experience. Now I realize why when I was in high school everyone said don't wish your life away for it will only get worse. Overall I had a pretty good first week of college, but sometimes wish I was still in high school so I could have my parents there for me at all times when I need the small things. Nobody realizes how much their parents actually do for them until this point in their life when they have to let go and do for their self.