Better Luck Tomorrow

So ends my first week of being a college student. I don't know if it is because of the school I am attending or my state of mind, but I still feel as if though I am still in high school. There are the clique's of friends who stand around in the quad, smoking and blabbing on about pointlessness and whatever. The fact that they are smoking being the main difference between this place and high school.

I guess it will take me awhile, hopefully not as long awhile as it did in high school, to form a close clique of friends.Because that's what it is really about. The relationships you make here. Sure, your high school friends will always have that sort of luster that comes with the memories of a simpler time. But, I hope, the friends you make here have that one thing in common that binds you together in ways you cannot comprehend. Unlike in high school, where you could pretty much plan on seeing the same people somewhere throughout the day, here, you have to physically make time to see your friend. Everyone's class schedule is different, which makes friends you have in the exact same class all the more special.

Sure, this is only community college. But I guess I am viewing this as sort of a dress rehersal for the real thing, if this is not the real thing already. At the moment, I am questioning my earlier declaration to get out of there as soon as possible. Thursday, for the first time this week, the campus almost felt like home. I forgot the fact that I have to bus for about an hour and a half just to get there. I forgot that this was a place I once considered a last resort. I was just in the moment.


-Cecilio