Wrap Up

At the beginning of this semester, I had no idea what to expect. My first college experience wasn’t the best, considering I had no friends and failed pretty much all my classes. While I knew this semester would be different, I had no idea how. I honestly had no idea how well this semester would go¬†while I struggled with some classes, specifically my English class which loved to pile on the homework, I didn’t think emotionally it’d be so easy. My first semester of college was filled with anxiety and depression, caused by many factors, but being in college was one of them. At sixteen, I couldn’t drive, had a terrible schedule, and no friends to spend time with on my hour to two hour long breaks. I dreaded going to class and I found any excuse to miss. This semester those side effects seemed to be minimal. I can’t decide if it was due to the fact that I had a better class schedule or had friends on campus with me or if I’ve just matured as a person. Probably a combination of the three.

It took a semester of college for me to figure out how much I’ve grown as a person, sometimes it takes a do-over and you handling a situation differently for you to realize how far you’ve come. I would never have imagined coming this far in my life this fast. People tell you things get better, and they do. Even though things aren’t perfect, I still struggle and still have some of the same bad habits. Like doing all my homework the night before, like I currently am, but things are still better like they promised. Which I know this whole thing makes me sound very cliche but if I had read this way back, my first time around in college it may have helped. Not that anyone will be in my same situation, but if they are it could help.

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