College Days :: Personal Narrative, Autobiographical Essay

A year has past and direct we stand on the brink of returning to a world where we ar surrounded by the paradox of everything, and yet nothing being the same. In days we forget reluctantly give our hugs and, fighting the tears, say arrivederci to flock who were once just names on a opinion poll of paper to return to people that we hugged and fought tears to say goodbye to to begin with we ever left. We leave aloneing leave our best friends to return to our best friends. We will go back to the places we came from and go back to the same things we did last summer and every summer before that. We will come into town on the same familiar road, and even though it has been months, it will seem equal only yesterday. As you walk into your old bedroom, every emotion will pass through you as you reflect on the way your action has changed and the person you have become. You suddenly realize that the things that were most important to you a year ago dont seem to matter so much any more, and the things you clutch pedal highest now, no one at home will completely understand. The memories and the stories from instruct wont mean anything to anyone at home and yet you resent them for that, that they cant share that contentment with you. Who will you call first? What will you do your first pass home with your friends? How long before you actually start missing people barging in with protrude calling or knocking? Who will get pizza at three in the morning with you now? How long until you even out to sleeping alone in a room again? wherefore you start to realize how much things have changed, and you realize the hardest part of college is equilibrate the two completely different worlds you now live in, trying desperately to hold on to everything all the while trying to figure out what you have to leave behind. In the matter of one days traveling time, we will leave our world of living next door to our best friends, walking across campus to eat, instant mes senger, 800am classes, and the perpetual procrastination to a world that will seem foreign to us despite the fact that we lived in it for eighteen years. But it is different now.