Ch-ch-ch-changes
I’m in college now. Sure I’ve already completed a semester but that doesn’t really count in my mind. Last semester was high school Milo at college. It felt a lot more like camp with schoolwork than it did college but camp is no longer in session. I’m in college. And I’m changing. For all of my life up until this point I have lived in someone else’s house, under someone else’s rules, eating food that was made for me, being driven to and fro. Unsurprisingly the experience left a big impact on me and it, above all else, made me who I am. Now that I have stepped out from under that roof into the (relative) vacuum of college life the structures and relationships I lived by are slowly crumbling away. Not everything is crumbling mind you, but as I move into my second semester I’m realizing that despite my best efforts I am in fact changing.
If I were to talk about this to the middle-aged people who love to give college advice they would enthusiastically tell me to go ahead and change myself. While I admire their enthusiasm (and take some satisfaction in their jealousy about being in college) change is never easy. I love my life and the people in it, and by the nature of change they will be hurt in some way by me but I desperately want to minimize the pain I cause. I don’t know any other way to do that than by communication so let me know the errors of my ways so I can transform myself as gracefully as one would expect from a stiff 6’2″ guy.
Continued on the other side…
