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.