We had no traditions and my graduating class (the school’s first ever) was about 40 people.
By the way, there is a difference between shower shoes and regular flip flops. I grew up being very independent, but I soon learned that there is a difference between self-proclaimed independence that comes with a parental safety net, and adulthood. Lehigh is an all-American school, with football (it's part of one of the oldest college football rivalries in the nation — Lehigh-Lafayette anyone?
), Greek life, and a perpetual spot on an endless amount of “Top Party Schools in America” lists.
Eventually though, I traded my Metro Card for a Gold Plus (my school’s currency) card.
The days leading up to school went by very quickly, I did a boatload of laundry and argued with my parents over stupid things like the length of my bathrobe or the practicality of a steamer versus a handheld clothes iron.
I had been pretty babied in high school, but not anymore.
Your professors don’t care if they’re going too fast, something I learned after my second day of my international terrorism class. Of course, there are always office hours but that’s also something you have to be in charge of getting to on your own.
I started school on August 20th and have been exposed to much more than I could have ever imagined in such a short period of time. You don’t realize how different everything is outside of the city until you leave it.
Coming from New York City I had this wild idea that I had seen and experienced nearly everything there was to be a part of. My biggest fear about going to college was leaving the world that I so tenderly loved and had become accustomed to.
to go to college; it was never just an option or a choice. I wish I could say that I knew the answer to these questions, but I don’t and for the past few years leading up to the inevitable college admissions process I realized that even though I didn’t have the answer to one seemingly unanswerable question, I did have the answer to another. My career path (I was and still am set on becoming a writer) didn’t seem to require a college degree… After many arguments, pointless talks, and threats to change my name or get legally emancipated from my parents, I realized that I would be taking a gap year — never mind forgoing college completely.
I was made to believe that you have to study, get good grades, join extracurricular activities and clubs, do community service, and find something that you’re good at, that you can at least tolerate for the entirety of your childhood. Before I knew it, I was filling out applications, visiting schools, and taking the SAT not once, but three times.