The College Diaries: My Freshman Year

“Man I love college.” -Asher Roth

I remember when I heard the words to Asher Roth’s song about college while I was in high school. It made me so excited to start college and have the time of my life. I thought that college would be the time that I would get to move out and make great friends and memories. And then when I decided to go to Georgia State, I was even more excited. I would be able to live downtown, I would make cool, urban friends, I would be in my element.

But then I realized that I would have to live at home and…commute. I was disappointed to say the least. All those visions I had of myself being free and happy while living in the city came crashing down. The horrible truth that I would have to live with my overbearing, overprotective, strict parents for the next 4 years tormented me all summer long. At the end of the summer, I said goodbye to my friends as they packed up their belongings and moved away to school while I returned home to the room that I shared with my younger sister.

While I was saddened by the fact that I would have to commute school, I decided to make the best of my situation and still have a good time. I thought that I would still be able to enjoy myself despite the fact that I didn’t live on campus. Boy, was I mistaken. Commuting to school was the worst experience ever. I had classes early in the morning so I had to get up at around 6 so I could take the train and make it downtown on time. My classes were also pretty close to each other so I didn’t have time to walk around and meet new people. By the time my classes ended in the late afternoon, I was tired and just wanted to lay down. Obviously, I did not make any friends during my freshman year. I was so miserable and lonely. I would always see people walking around and eating and laughing with their friends and I had none. The fact that I had absolutely¬†zero friends depressed me. Most days, I would go to school and I wouldn’t speak to a single person.

I remember just wishing that things would get better and I would meet people and make friends. But that never happened.

Needless to say, my freshman year was not the best year. Not even close. But did things turn around during my sophomore year? I’ll discuss that in my next College Diaries post. Until next time.

-Cynthia

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