I moved across the country for college (from Idaho to Georgia). It’s a big change, and whenever I talk to anybody from home (or even those people colleges pay to make sure you haven’t thrown yourself off a building yet) they ask me series of questions:
Is it the way you expected?
In all honesty, I had no expectations for college, so it just is. I didn’t make up fantasies on how it would e like or what I would do. Of course I had though about it but not with rose-colored glasses. I knew it would be work, and that it would be different, but that’s it; that’s as far as I thought.
Are you having fun?
How am I supposed to answer that? Do they want to hear about my drunken carousing? (Which there actually is none of, because I live a “pathetic” existence and don’t really care.) Does anybody have fun all of the time? If you do, something is seriously wrong with you or you’re just lying. There are fun moments (if they were all the time, it wouldn’t be fun, because fun is out of the ordinary). What I cryptically answer is, “Yeah, sometimes.”
How is it different from high school?
Umm… I’m the only one in charge of myself, and nobody really cares if I show up or not, so that’s different… I have to force myself to go find food. It’s a pain in the butt. I used to enjoy eating and cooking, but now I only eat so I don’t pass out. The work itself isn’t too hard, but it’s not easy, it just is.
How are you doing?
I’m not exactly happy, but I’m not sad either. I guess the right word for it is content (but a little less happy). I’m lonely and homesick from time to time, but I’m okay. I find my little bits of sunshine. I’m making friends, but I miss my friends that I told any and every thing to.