The First Blog

When I stop and think this has to be one of the hardest experiences of my life. To start it off, instead of leaving and moving in like many college students. I stayed home and watched as others passed me by, leaving to start a new chapter of their life. Seeing my friends leave me just thinking about it makes me sad. But then I remember all of the new challenges that college life is starting to present me with, like having to get up then drive to the train station to await a very cold and lonely ride to a very colorful and exciting school. It is way different from how I got to and from high school, when I went to school I had to wake up even earlier than now (YES!) and then walk to school. The scenery is much different, when I went to high school I saw trees, flowers of every color and shape, ponds with ducks gliding across the top, and many other suburban things. Now I see a great diverse population , tall buildings that seem to have no limit, and many pigeons begging for food. I love the choice that I made to come here, but there are a lot of changes that have happened for me. To say the least I am not one for change. But I am trying.