First Month Away From Home

The day I moved to Bryan/College Station, was so exciting. My parents' and I packed all of my things up at home, and we were on our way. They drove a truck with a trailer with all of my belongings in it, and I drove my car filled with my other things. Even though I was excited; I was also sad. I had to leave my sweet and adorable dog who loves me so much. It took an hour and a half to get to Bryan/College Station. My friend Skyler, was a;ready there, and moved in. Skyler helped us unpack the truck and trailer. After we were done, my brother and his friend were coming to meet us at the apartments, to go eat lunch. After lunch we went back to unpack some boxes. Once we were half way done with that, we had to go look for me a mattress. After a couple of hours of looking. We finally found what we needed. We headed back to the apartments, to put the mattresses away. Then we went to HEB to get a few groceries for the week. Skyler and I met our roommate later that day as well, at first we did not think that we would like her, but once we started talking to her, she was pretty cool. My first few nights at the apartment I did not sleep well, I would constantly wake up in the night. I knew I was not at home, and that is what was bothering me, my mind knew I was in a strange place. And it would not let its guard down.
        That Monday we had our first classes, I was kinda nervous that I was going to walk into the wrong class. To my surprise, I actually went to all of the right classes. I am pretty shy when it comes to meeting new people, but if you can get me to talk about something that I love or interest me; then I will talk non stop. Once I have become friends with someone I will be loud, crazy and talkative. When I first got to class, I talked to some people, and still do but I do not know if they consider me as a friend or not. I usually do not relate to many girls because they are usually very preppy and girly, and I tend no to share the same interest as them. The second week of class, I accidentally missed my only class on Tuesday, I fell back asleep. I was so upset with myself for missing my class, I emailed the teacher to let him know what happened, and I new that what I did was no excuse I just wanted to let him know that it was not intentional. I have enjoyed this first month of college, and I can not wait to meet more people, and learn more things that will help me in my future.

- Dakota Schneider