Hello, friends! My first deposit has been paid, my belongings have been packed, and I’ve said my goodbyes to my friends. It’s now time for me to go to college. Holy crap.
I have been awaiting this moment ever since the end of junior year, where I quickly grew tired of the cumbersome routines of high school. I was tired of seeing half of the people at my school. I was tired of living in the same old, boring town. I was tired of studying subjects that I wasn’t passionate about. For a year and a half, I prepared myself for the next chapter of my life-taking my SATs, writing my essays, and listing out every activity I had participated in over the past four years. I lived out the “last time’s” of my senior year and made lasting memories with my friends and family. And now, here I am. Going to college.
The prospect of venturing out on my own is both thrilling and terrifying. Thrilling, because I get to meet so many new people, make my own decisions, and have amazing, new experiences. Terrifying, because half of the time I don’t know what the heck I’m doing. I am, however, ready for all of this. I’m ready for the thrill and terror of what these next four years will bring. I’m ready to move past the cumbersome tasks of high school and on to a new and challenging environment.
I realize that this is also a period of transition. No longer am I under the complete jurisdiction of my family, who I know I will love and miss terribly. I’m in charge of making sure I go to bed at a reasonably time and wake up for class. I’m also in charge of the decisions I make, both socially and academically. While I know I can always rely on my family for support, the choices I make are ultimately mine.
I can’t wait to see what these next four years will bring. Daddy, if you’re reading this, you’ll be happy to know that I will remember the 80/20 work/play ratio and to always hold strong to who I am.
College, I’m ready for ya. -Love Ling