I am now finished with my first year of college and I am three weeks into my second year. If I said that is was exactly what I thought it would be, I would be lying. There are many benefits of going away to college. Though I am finding it hard to understand what they are. At this point, I do not really believe that the information that we learn while we are in college is nearly as important as what we learn about ourselves. I will give you one example.

I have not made many friends at college. Not because I do not want to, but because I have found that I am actually shy. (If you know me, you probably think this is dumb and you do not believe me but it is true.) I grew up in a small town. And in that small town I was a hero. Everyone knew me. I was somebody. I did not just blend into the crowd. But now that I am away from that, I find myself walking down the sidewalks between classes and I know that the people that pass by forget my face the moment that they pass me. I am not a hero to them. But in my mind I am still a hero. (Maybe this is just pride, but a thought nonetheless.) So it makes it a hard reality to swallow. It is weird. I never understood the need for people to be different. To find their own individuality. To have self-expression. Like shaving your head into a green mohawk. But now I see it. I understand because I am feeling it. To them I am nobody. Just a face.