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College. The smell of the Glade air freshener in my dorm bathroom. Dorms. Finally - LOVE! Work study. WILD parties and hangovers. HANGOVERS! Intramurals. Beer. Requirements. Requirements. Requirements. Fond memories these are (kind of)... College Days.
Ahhhh...........Yes. College. A time that I thought I was ready for. The girl that was first in line on the college bus after high school graduation! Yes, this is the first girl who couldn't wait to get out of the house, because Mom was driving her crazy with curfews, cleaning, and being nosy. Yes, this was the first girl to think all of this and still be homesick. WAIT A MINUTE! HOLD ON HERE! Did you say homesick? Ya, I did. I was the most homesick girl on campus that first semester at Central. I went from knowing everyone, to knowing no one, and reality hit me hard. I did not like being a nobody. One of the best high school graduation gifts I received was from my ninth grade Michigan Government teacher, Ms. Gates. It was a journal. In it, she placed a note that at that time in my life, when I was seventeen years old, meant nothing to me: "Why this Journal? To record your experiences. This first year of college will be one like which you have never experienced before, and most likely, will never repeat. It will be different. It will be unique. There will hard times and easy times; there will be sad times and happy times. Hopefully more happy than sad, more of them easy than hard. This becomes of record of a brand new year in your life. Years from now, you’ll look back through this and wonder WHY it all seemed so important. RECORD WELL!" To read more about my journal, click here My college freshmen English course was, what I would call, okay. I like the professor I had, but she lacked enthusiasm. She seemed bored with the subject, kind of had that "oh, I have to grade all of these papers attitude", which in turn made me bored in a class that I would normally enjoy. I did write on some interesting things, however. Our professor would pick the category, and we got to choose what we wanted to write on. One particular paper she wanted us to write on was, A Person from the Past Who You Wished You Had Been There For More Often. I chose to write about my friend Jenny. When I was a senior in high school, Jenny's sister, Chris, died from cancer. Jenny and I had always been close when we were younger, but for some reason there was a period of time when we grew apart and unfortunately, this time was when Chris died. It took writing that paper to realize how badly I felt for not being there for Jenny. I went to Chris's funeral, but I never spoke to Jenny there. It was almost as though that paper I wrote was an apology to Jenny, rather than a paper for my English class.
Jenny and I grew closer in college and she ended up standing up for me in our wedding. That paper made me realize that just because your life is busy doesn't mean you can forget important, ordinary, yet extraordinary things, like friendships.
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