Livin the Good Life

     Here I sit in my dorm room.  It is getting dark outside and my eyes are sore from looking at the computer screen for much too long.  I am into my second week of college at Westminster here in Salt Lake City.  It is so phenominal.  Everyone says college is great-WRONG.  It's fabulous.  I love it here.  The people are great and the classes are interesting.  It is quite a large work load though and that is not exactly ideal but it is tolerable.  The first week was prime becuase there were activities every night.  Like 80's prom and the block party/carnival.  80's prom was seriously so much fun. 

 A tad too much grinding for my taste but whatevs, it's cool.  I went home Saturday morning and saw my friends that night.  We went to the Spot and Ryan A. and I tried the beast and failed miserably.  Waste of 5 bucks.  But it was the last night so I guess it was worth it.  It was really great to see everyone.  I miss all those kids.  They are so much fun.  I came back Sunday morning to go to church.  It was...meh okay.  This campus as become my home in the past week and I missed it dearly.  I was only gone a day--how pathetic.  And I missed all my friends.

     I fear this week will be incredibly mundane.  There aren't any exciting activites planned and that is just a great big bummer.  I am sure that things will get going again soon though.

This is it.

     Since I was little, I always looked at older kids and thought they were so cool.  I imagined that I would look old and interesting like they did.  As I grew up, there were always people older and cooler.  Well, now that I am eighteen, I don't feel as cool as the 'older kids' looked.  They were so spry and smooth.  They looked mature and fearless. 

      As I look at myself in the mirror, I don't feel mature, nor smooth.  I feel clumsy, young, innocent, and casual.  I feel like a little baby, a child, still growing.  I feel like I should be going back to high school.  But no, I and going to college tomorrow.  And I am terrified.  I am so excited, but I am still terrified.

     Now I am taking the plunge.  Jumping off the cliff.  Diving into the unknown.  I have no idea what will be happening in my life in the next week, or even the next two days.  I know I won't be seeing my family like I see the everyday.  It is rough to hear them talk about the weeks ahead where I will be absent, and their lives will go on.

     This is it.  I am so, so scared.  I am so, so ready.