When Is It Gonna End?

I wake up the next day ready to see what college is really all about. Not so much the classes yet because that isn't until next week. We had a lot of events lined up for us as freshman. I was wondering how upperclassman would treat us and how everything would go. I walked into the gym with my soon to be "official" roommate at my side. There were so many people there, sitting on the bleachers, leaning up against the wall, and crowding the door. I honestly have no idea what happened next, lol. I would be a liar to tell you the exact events of what went on in that orientation, I was bored out of my mind. I ended up leaving early, I do remember that. We acted as if we didn't get our ID's yet, and walked around the campus while they were giving a tour and then sneaked back into the building.


Later that night we had a floor meeting though, I used to be really shy and I hated the fact my RA's wanted us all to go around and introduce ourselves. When it got to the person next to me my heart started beating fast and I just wanted to go and get it over with. I said my name, where I was from, and my major. A lot of the people on my floor was undecided, which is normal. I love saying I live in New York so I said that with pride, and then I said my major which was Early Childhood Education (take note on the word "was.")
After the floor meeting we went to our rooms and I know I went to sleep early. I was over school already and classes didn't even begin. I was hoping I wouldn't have to do anything else I didn't want to do, because I already had to go to classes and thats the worse part.

So This Is College ....

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Moving Into College is always an adventure, the laughs, uneasiness, timidness and even the feeling of being excited causes a ball of emotion. I remember my first day, I moved into a room with 2 other girls. I came later than the other two so I was stuck with the bunk bed. My first reaction was, "GREAT!" -_- I sucked it up and slowly moved my things in with my mom, step-dad, and little brother. He laughed at me and said something along the lines of, "It sucks to be you, don't hit your head on the ceiling. Have fun." I wouldn't let him see me down. You know those times when you know you want to cry or scream but you laugh it off and turn it around so it makes it seem like you don't care? Yup, thats what I did. I made up lies to make myself feel better. I needed the convincing, not him. He didn't care, he was going back to his cozy bed, one that wasn't high up in the sky.

I won't say which year I'm in now that'll come later, but lets just say I'm happy with my living situation. Anywho, lets fast forward through the day. Lets skip me not being able to find Wal-Mart and the GPS saying recalculating every 2 minutes and me having to get my drinks from Staples. Staples doesn't sell drinks so you know the price was twice the amount I would get at Wal-Mart. Anyway, my family went on their way, my mom shed a few tears and that was that. I was officially a college freshman, living on my own. While packing my things away I remembered a girl I met, we'll name her Brittany. I went to her room to see how she was living.  Upon entering I saw she didn't have a roommate. I became excited because there was only one of her in a two person bedroom. I didn't make my sudden happiness apparent, I just asked where her roommate was. She then said she didn't have one. If my pupils could change into, lets say stars to show how happy I was, they would have. Within five minutes she asked me to move in with her because she saw it was three of me, in a room meant for two people.


Room switch day was 7 days after we first moved in, I was already on it. I gradually moved my things into the other room during those 7 days and I rarely slept in my old room. Nothing against my roommate, I just couldn't live in a cluttered room. When I officially moved in, the day couldn't of been better. I left my old roommates a little note saying goodbye and went on my merry way. They probably were happy too. I know I would be. 


The first night consisted of hanging out with other freshman, going to the cafeteria and trying non-homemade cooked food for the first time. After that, going to the bathroom because my stomach wasn't used to it. Then finally going to sleep and getting ready for a 20329322 hour(it wasn't that long, just felt like it) orientation the next day.