I guess the first "turning point" if you could call it that would be when I actually left home and went to college. College is not what I expected it to be at all. It seems really, very easy compared to what you see on TV. I mean easy by the actual transition from living at home. The classes are much more difficult than high school classes. For the first time in my entire life, I have to study. Luckily, my first semester was super easy, and I have only struggled a bit my second. My hardest classes appear to be Biology and LAS, I cant seem to bring up those C's. lol. Its not for lack of trying, though.
It's not the actual school work part of school that has affected me most, though. It's the people I have met. Although I do not have any college friendships that I could compare to those from high school, I have met some pretty amazing people here. I know that if I ever have any problem, I have people I can go to, and I hope that people feel comfortable coming to me with their problems. It also helps to know the people in your classes when it is somehow 2 days before an exam and you have no idea where to start studying.
An even bigger addition to my life would be my boyfriend, Andy, whom I met the very first week of classes here at B-W. It's a very funny story actually, and looking back now, I cannot believe that we actually got together. That sounds bad. Maybe I should explain the circumstances of our introduction.
My roommate and I wanted to go outside and shoot basketball. I'm not very good at it, but it's something that relieves stress and something that I love to do. We also had another friend, who we met while wandering around campus orientation weekend, who was going to shoot around with us. So there we were, vividly engrossed in our game of horse when I notice this older-looking guy walking toward the basketball courts. He had a basketball, and appeared to be an upperclassmen, so my first thought was "Great, I hope he doesn't think we are going to give up the court for him just because we are freshmen." Well, he ended up joining our game of horse and proceeded to completely own everyone else playing. Lucky me, the one who has never played basketball before gets to go after the basketball player. =/ Anyway, the entire time he played all he did was make fun of the way I played, the movies I had and hadn't seen, and pretty much anything else that came up in conversation. All the while, I am thinking, "wow, how can this guy be such an asshole?" A little later, the other guy we were with had to leave, and it was just me, Andy and my roommate. We were just standing around talking about high school, movies, music, pretty much anything, and Andy was still sliding in insulting remarks about me wherever he could fit them. Finally, I was able to find a movie that I had seen that he never had, Nothing to Lose. My roommate happened to have that movie in our room, so, I don't know if you would call it spite, or fate, or whatever, I invited Andy up to watch the movie. (Let it be known, that at this point in time, I wasn't even interested enough to remember his name. I seriously had to keep glancing at his ID to remember it...pathetic, I know.) Anyway, we watched the movie and then parted ways afterward, with the plans to meet up at the same time the next day, for basketball.
Well, the next day, after classes and whatnot, it was collectively decided by my roommate and I that we should do our laundry. Because of the lack of available machines, our laundry time ran over into "basketball time," and we ended up not being able to meet Andy for basketball, and my roommate and I were going to a Greek cookout (free food), so I invited Andy along. To make a long story short(er), I ended up helping him with his laundry and afterwards we got coffee and went down to the lake to talk. Somehow, we ended up talking about absolutely everything and pretty much anything and stayed out until 3am. (I later realized that the only one who was negatively affected by this was me. He didn't have class until 2. Lucky bastard.) Things after that are a bit fuzzy, but thats how it all started. Oh, and obviously the asshole first impression was some sort of ploy that I still don't understand. Apparently, all guys stand by the whole "Nice guys finish last" thing. oh well. It worked out for the best because I am now much happer than I have ever been with any other person.
The other really big thing that happened this year was my father and my step mother splitting up. It was inevietable, I see this now. but nevertheless, it was extremely surprising. Especially since I found out in the Dallas/Fort Worth International Airport in Texas. How strange it was to hear my stepmother yell the words "Fine, just go back to your whore in Cleveland." Wow. Shocker right there. Maybe I should explain...
So there I was, sitting, waiting for our plane to get there. I was excitedly talking on the phone with my one of my best friends, telling her how excited I was to be getting to go to Puerto Rico, for the sun, the sand, the views, it all seemed like it was too good to be true. Well, just like in a book, as soon as those thoughts went through my mind, my step mother stormed over and said "Let's go, we're going back to Cleveland." I was like, "haha, very funny," but then I saw how much they were arguing. (I am still on the phone) Then there was that pivotal moment where "Fine, just go back to your whore in Cleveland." I hung up my phone and instantly called my boyfriend, obviously freaking out. I filled him in on everything, crying. I ended up staying the night in the Dallas/Fort Worth terminal, it was one of the longest nights of my life. The next morning, I got back on the plane and came back to Cleveland.
Now, things are pretty tense between my dad and my step-mother. Therefore, it makes things tense for me. I feel like I am out of place, constantly. I am going back down to Alabama this summer and staying with my mother. I am going to continue to go to school in Cleveland. I don't know what the future holds for me, but I know that I do not regret things from my past. My past experiences make me who I am today, and I get stronger with every one that doesn't bring me down.
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