enior year has been an adventure. With a new found sense of clarity, it doesn’t bother me that people—to be frank, suck. I have just been counting down the days to when I don’t have to deal with them any more. I won’t miss it—the immature drama, the self-absorbed attitudes, the “woe is me,” and “my life is so hard” facades. In college, it will be a clean slate, without a reputation or set of expectations to fill.
Of course there are aspects of my life that I will come to miss. I’ll miss my parents. I’ll miss my handful of friends. Fortunately, I have plans to visit home once a month to take care of laundry and my family. The aspect of my life that I take for granted most is my ability to see Samantha, my girlfriend, regularly. In transitioning from high school to college, I will go from seeing her once or twice a week, to once or twice a month. To be honest that scares me. I mean, I have confidence that we will be able to continue dating, remaining committed to one another. What makes me nervous is the idea that it will be difficult—that there will be struggles. I understand that as a couple, trials and tribulations are inevitable; in fact, they should bring us closer and make us stronger as a couple. I understand these ideas, but it is still difficult, knowing that it is eminent. Despite my fears and concerns, I am not discouraged; I am further motivated.