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Wednesday, May 29, 2019

College Days :: Personal Narrative, Autobiographical Essay

A year has past and now we stand on the brink of returning to a human where we are surrounded by the paradox of eerything, and yet nothing being the same. In days we volition reluctantly give our hugs and, fighting the tears, say goodbye 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 will leave 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 seem like only yesterday. As you passport into your old bedroom, every emotion will pass through you as you reflect on the way your life has changed and the person you have become. You suddenly derive that the things that were most important to you a year ago dont seem to matter so much anymore, and the things you hold high est 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 cacography? 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 again? 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 financial backing next door to our best friends, walking across campus to eat, instant messenger, 800am classes, and the perpetual procras tination 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.

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