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GROWING UP?
College was supposed to be a step in moving up in the world. Living on my own was supposed to make me more mature and independent. I was supposed to become less of a child and more of an adult. No one told me how much of a regression university life could be. My sleep habits were the first to devolve down to that of a child. Nap time has never felt so good. Now I had taken the occasional nap in high school, but I was never this religious about it. It is so easy to be working on homework late at night and some catch up time is required. Finding a good place to fall asleep during the day is actually a fascinating waste of time. Libraries are great, quiet places with lots of couches or closed in study desks, whatever your style might be. While the weather is nice out, a nice grassy area under a tree works wonderfully. When we we’re little, we cried about everything. In college, crying is once again a little less shameful. I rarely broke down from stress in high school. In high school, though, I was never living three hours away from my family, friends and boyfriend. There was no such thing a class that required 10 or 12 weekly hours of studying. With all the new pressures added on, I now know there is nothing wrong with making a crying phone call or just letting it all out with my roommate. For me the biggest change is how much I don’t mind my parents. Ever since first grade, when I realized it’s not cool to give my parents a hug goodbye in public, I’ve determinedly shoved them out of my life. My requests started out simple; I wanted to pick out my own clothes and pack my own lunch. By senior year I wanted nothing more than to do everything on my own. I didn’t even want my parent’s offer to go shopping for snacks and sheets for my dorm. Now, after just three weeks of “sweet freedom,” I’m really not opposed to a future weekend home and their gift of a box full of Ramen.
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