I was a good high school student, I was involved, got good grades and spent a lot of time with my teaches outside of the classroom. Faced with college, I dropped my first choice school to stay close to home and prepared myself for a life at Arizona State. It wasn’t the best choice, and it eventually ate away at me slowly until I couldn’t stand thinking about Sparky the mascot.
It’s been a year and a half since I’ve been in school, I’ve lived in two different states since then and almost got married to the wrong person. I’m 20 years old, and starting it over. I guess I was afraid it wouldn’t really happen, despite how hard I worked I assumed I wouldn’t be able to get in for one reason or another, but everything flowed so smoothly I feel almost in a state of shock. I have classes, I start in two days. I am so overjoyed to be able to do something other than slap pizzas or sell clothes.
But of course I worry, because it’s me. I’m worried that I’ll miss the bus for my 8am class, I’m worried I won’t meet any people that would be friends with an overenergetic, vegan, worry-wort who likes sci-fi. I’m worried I won’t have any clean clothes next week, I’m worried that everything will be just fine and I would have worried for nothing.
So, I’m off. Off to achieve higher education, off to get my life back on track, back to becoming myself once again.
