Our Battle

11 09 2012

It’s been a couple of days I know but haven’t you ever had those days where all you wanted was for it to be over with? I know these last couple of days for me has been like that. I’m not quite adjusted to university life yet so everything for me is like a really big dream. to be honest, I woke up one morning and I thought I was in my own bed, in my bedroom back home. When I realised it wasn’t my bed and that I was nowhere near home, in that instant, I wanted to just keep sleeping until I woke up at home.

I know most of the people on my floor miss their parents. I do too. It’d be a lie to say that I didn’t miss them and that I didn’t want to go home every day. But I made myself a promise. On the day that my mom left to go back, I cried on the bus. In that moment, I realised that I was utterly alone in an unfamiliar city. Alone. With no one who I could turn to if I ran into any trouble. But I promised myself that when I got to the stop where I was suppose to get off (which was the stop at the university) that I would stop crying and use the next four months to learn as much as I can and absorb as much as I can.

That’s why even though I’m the farthest from home right now (on my floor that it) I’m probably the strongest person here.

But enough of that.

University is really quite different from high school. The classes are HUGE, the¬†professors each have their own unique style, and it’s only the second day and I’m already up to my eyeballs in homework. I’m still not use to sharing a shower and I haven’t yet figured out the names of all the people I live with yet (I’m working on that!).

But there are also the positives. We had a floor dinner today and looking around, I realised just how close I’ve gotten to some of the people on my floor in a very short amount of time. We eat together, sleep together, share classes, share the bathroom, and we’re like one huge family. Residence is great…except for the fact that there’s no home made food. That part is always the worst.

With that realisation, I also realised that I’m not alone. Those people who I were staring at were going to be my family for the next eight months. They were going to be the people who I could depend on to help me when I need it. They were going to be the ones to listen to my problems, tell me that I can do it, and remember my birthday. We were going to cry together, laugh together, do our homework together, and make some wonderful memories. This wasn’t just my battle any more. This was our battle.

Suddenly, university doesn’t seem so bad.




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