I wish that I had not been so shy when I first arrived at college. I had a great roommate, and we got along great. I lived on a floor of mostly sophomores. I was shy, and they weren't very welcoming or friendly so I didn't get to know many of them. I regret that. I moved for my sophomore year. The best move I ever made.
Interestingly enough, a few years after college, a woman who lived on my floor wound up working at my mother's law firm. My mother asked her if she knew me since we went to the same school. She said no. I told my mom of course she didn't know me, we lived on the same floor.
Except for my floor, my freshman year was great until I got mono and had to go home early.
