Growing Up
It was August 1998, a few days before I started college. I was waiting with anticipation not knowing what to expect the big college life was going to bring. Each day that would get closer would feel like I was in a vice that was getting tighter and tighter, until one day I thought my head was going to pop. But then the day finally came. College life was, as I had expected, was full of exciting events and people. The innovative ideas and the breadth of knowledge of my instructors and classmates impressed me. The city itself fascinated me with its freedom in the atmosphere and the exchange of the newest ideas in its small cafes and coffee shops. I observed my surroundings with hungry eyes, hunting for excitement, yet something else surprised me more. I found myself getting lost and my life a little out of control. In the morning there was no longer som
They would disappear automatically and then appear inside the drawers the next day folded, clean and with the faint scent of fabric softener. I would wake up and find that my first class was over half an hour ago. Borrowing notes and making up missed work always made me feel that I was trying to catch an airplane by riding a bicycle. I was still responsible for everything. Where was I going to find those old memories, and when was I going to experience them again? The only answer I could find to that question was in my dreams. No wonder people used the term "homesick. If I needed a cold pack, it would be placed on my forehead. I could blame the alarm clock for not ringing loud enough or accuse the flu viruses for attacking me, but the fact that I missed classes and got sick did not change. I am an adult now; I'm on my own no one to look over my responsibilities and me. Everything had become my responsibility. Now nothing could just be pulled out of the air, and the world was no different from what it was because I was sick. " At home, the only thing that I had to do with dirty clothes was to throw them into a basket. The pile of dirty clothes would just get higher and higher unless I carried them to the laundry room and fed annoying machines some quarters.
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