Moving Forward...

Leaving for college seemed like a present from Santa, though it didn't come wrapped in all its colorful paper or have those big fancy bows on top. It merely came to you in a plain box with nothing, but the words "Reality" written on the side of it. Optimistic people would tare into the box hoping for a fortune while those of use that have endured the repercussion from our parents who work or that we have attempted to maintain a job for the last two years; we are among those who fear to open the box knowing exactly what is in store for us inside. 

Pessimism would be a simple term in which to elaborate how I felt about going to Delta college. For me it was just another school where I was unable to move away from home. In my eyes it's like a high school for grown ups. When I think of college, I picture dorms, beautiful girls all around (not 40 year mothers of 4 kids), cafeteria's were the food is a lot better then high schools. College sports, away from all the parents, who complain that they payed seventy dollars to watch their son/ daughter sit on the bench. A life more of adventure instead of more repetition. 

I had always planned on attending Central Michigan University. Though I have met some interesting people here at Delta and have started making friendships with those that have similar interests or strike me as different, willing to put their passion in front of their image. How life should really be, unlike that of which the media portray's for the adolescents of my generation. It will never be Central Michigan, but for what it is I am great full to be attending college.