Girl Does College

Life is a funny thing, when you’re small; all you want to do is hurry and grow up. When you’re big, all you want to be is small again. Now, being eighteen years old and prepping for college, leaves me in such a nostalgia funk it’s not even funny. All I can seem to think of right now is all the times I’ve shared with friends, times I’ve fought with my friends, and even turned my back on some.

But even thinking about all the bad times I might have shared, it only eventually strengthened whatever bond I may have had at that point. Leaving it behind seems just…wrong.

I leave for college in about…(checks computer clock)…eleven days. As excited as I am, it’s hard to think that all of a sudden, “Holy crap, I’m going to college!” Where has the time gone to where one second I’m facing my first day of kindergarten, and then I bend down to buckle my shoe, and stand up again only to see a giant college clock tower, and my mom not holding my hand. It’s a freaky realization. Most of me keeps thinking that I’m still immature, and I can’t handle being out on my own. The other side of me keeps saying, “I want to get the heck out of my house, and be on my own.” It’s like I’m playing Ping Pong with the six year old version of me, and for the record, I’m not winning.

Although since I assume you came here either for the fact that the title declares an odd resemblance to that “One Movie,” or the fact that you too cannot understand how you came from sharing a school locker to sharing a cubicle, then I suggest you keep on.

OR…if you’re a co-worker or a friend who can’t live with the fact that I’m in another city, and the only way to get your fix of my high and bright attitude is reading words I vicariously type on my crappy keyboard, then…then all the more power to ya. *Thumbs Up*

Anyway, there’s no special catch with this blog. No review of kooky and useless gadgets. No special rundown of what it’s like being some magazine writer in New York. Just…me and what’s its like being thrown out of the nest, and into a nest full of Hemp-Smoking-Beer Guzzling-Frat boys, and the girls that go along with them. Because I know most of you, whether out of college, or soon to be going to one, have felt this way at some point in your life, and as hard as you may have tried to explain it to people, can’t seem to reveal the same emotion as you can through your mouth as you can through your fingers on a keyboard.

So, as I create the first post of this extraordinary blog, read, as I regale you of my wondrous adventures of my soon first Dorm Party, my first colleg-all-nighter, and find out how much Red Bull will really cost once you get to college, relax and enjoy.

I hate the fact that I have to leave so many people…some who I will give hugs and presents, and even some who I wont see at all, but this will truly help me in my discovery of life and “rites-of-passage” and who else would I want to share all that with but my closet friends and the whole world of the “Internets?”