Looking over my journal from two years ago, and I realize that my life is still pretty much the same. I’m pretty much the same. Even if I feel different.
From October 8, 2006, my first semester in college, with some minor alterations for clarification:
I realized in the course of this week that it doesn’t matter if people are older than me, if they are better than me, if they are in different social groups, or if I think that I can’t be friends with them and it would be awkward talking to them. Because I’m out of high school, and those things can’t matter anymore. I can be a friend with anyone and I have to be friends with more people and accept people for who they are and accept myself. I need to grow up, really. It’s hard, and I’m still not good at it, but I am trying and I am doing better. I can talk to strangers sometime and I have more since starting school than ever before in my life. I still have to make an effort to do it, it doesn’t come naturally, but it does come eventually. And it brings me a lot of happiness from trying to do so.
That is something that I’ve gotten better at. I was so scared to talk to people, but I did get over it. I worked on it.
Funny. The best things I’ve learned in college have nothing to do with my classes . . .