Rachel is an aspiring writer, college freshman, from Northern Virginia. She enjoys telling and writing stories, singing, and running.
During the frenzied fuss of the daunting college search, I knew only one thing for certain. I wanted to get away. I wasn’t unhappy – I was bored. After living in the same town with the same people for eighteen years, I was starving for a new story. I wanted to have something all to myself. I wanted to immerse myself in unfamiliarity for the hell of it. Now, new faces, new fears and new revelations stood right outside my door, beckoning at me to reinvent myself.
I have been in college now for almost three whole months; a wide eyed freshman. A handful of students from my high school attend this same college, but as none of them were close friends of mine, I saw it as coming alone. I noticed two kinds of people on that first day. There were the shy, bashful ones, nervously arranging and rearranging their rooms, offering timid smiles as I walked by. Then there were the overly excited ones, babbling on about their friends back home, their hobbies, and pryingly asking questions, one after the other, straining to see if they had anything in common with the people they were to live with for the next eight months. I was the latter. I immediately clicked with one of my suitemates, and she too, looking for a friend in a new home, was grateful, and thus began our inseparable camaraderie. The first few days, we quipped about our home life, the best friends we had left, previous boyfriends we acknowledged as foolish, but still missed, our families and our hopeful expectations for the next few years. I listened intently as Dana delved into the various quirks of each one of her best friends, wondering what would become of my own. Dana was lively, but never outrageous. She knew little about the social “calling” of a college student. When I got restless, I dragged her to a few parties; our introduction into the college social scene. It seemed that meeting potential friends at these parties was much easier than in the classroom. As weeks progressed, I had found a core group of girls who quickly became my best friends. Rapport between some of my high school friends and I slowly grew weaker, and thus, I came to learn about the value of true friendships; the first of many lessons I would learn in this new world.