I am leaving for college, in a week exactly. This is almost scary. I have the new laptop, the new college bedding. Books are ordered, and I am writing an essay. Since when did life move this fast?
When I was eight, I thought that eighteen was light-years away. Laying in my bed at night, I would stare at the bottom of my sister's mattress above my head, and just try to imagine myself as an eighteen year-old going off to college. What would I be like? Would I be happier, sadder, would I be successful? Would I still like the same things?
I am now eighteen years old, moving towards a college career at a steady pace, and lately, I find myself doing the same exact thing I did when I was eighteen years old. Will I be successful, happier, lonely? Will I have the same friends I have now? People always change in college, how will I change? How will my beliefs, interests, and focus change? Can I stick with the major I chose for myself? Ten years later, I am asking myself the same questions, and I am pretty sure, that in fifty years, I will probably still be wondering.
