My freshman year of college was mainly a culture shock. I loved the school to death, but meeting so many different types of people who all brought their different cultures with them was a little overwhelming. One thing you'd grown up doing your whole life could be ok for some and offend others. Some people dressed like me, others made fun of my clothes. You really have to just learn that just because something isn't like what you're used to doesn't mean it's weird or wrong (and accept that not everyone has learned that, too).
As far as firsts:
-- I got my first date (which was a test for me and my parents)
-- my first roommates (I'd never shared a room for more than a week before)
--my first "F" (and it wasn't my fault, my grades were switched with another girl's)
--MY FIRST TASTE OF FREEDOM!!! I'll never forget munching on chips just because there was no one to tell me not to eat in my room
I can't believe I was really that psyched over some Ruffles..
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