College Days :: Personal Narrative, Autobiographical Essay

A year has past and now we stand on the brink of go to a world where we are surrounded by the paradox of everything, and yet nothing being the same. In days we depart reluctantly give our hugs and, trash the tears, say adieu to people who were once just names on a sheet of paper to return to people that we hugged and fought tears to say goodbye to before we ever left. We forget pull out our best friends to return to our best friends. We will go back to the places we came from and go back to the same things we did last summer and every summer before that. We will come into town on the same familiar road, and even though it has been months, it will calculate like moreover yesterday. As you walk into your old bedroom, every emotion will pass through you as you reflect on the way your life has changed and the person you pose become. You suddenly realize that the things that were most important to you a year ago dont seem to matter so much anymore, and the things you hold hig hest now, no one at home will completely understand. The memories and the stories from school wont mean anything to anyone at home and yet you resent them for that, that they cant share that happiness with you. Who will you call first? What will you do your first weekend home with your friends? How long before you actually start missing people barging in without calling or knocking? Who will get pizza at three in the morning with you now? How long until you adjust to sleeping alone in a room once more? Then you start to realize how much things have changed, and you realize the hardest part of college is balancing the two completely different worlds you now live in, trying desperately to hold on to everything all the while trying to figure out what you have to leave behind. In the matter of one days traveling time, we will leave our world of living next door to our best friends, walking across campus to eat, instant messenger, 800am classes, and the perpetual procrastination to a world that will seem foreign to us despite the fact that we lived in it for eighteen years. But it is different now.