Picture this, you're 20-years-old, you have spent the last two years at home going to community college. Glamorous, I know trust me. You spent most of your time with your high school best friends because they all went to community college too. After two years of what seems to be worse than high school ever was, you decide it's finally time to transfer.

You spend 85 percent of your time researching what university has your major, what credits transfer, what classes you need and don't. You apply anywhere and everywhere that will take you because you really want out of this. You get accepted to your first choice -- yay! -- next you register for classes, go to orientation and then you wait. The excitement is unreal. Your mom, your best friend and your boyfriend are all sharing your excitement. Pretty much every human being you know is in fact excited for you -- or at least that's what it feels like.

First day of the fall semester -- no biggie, you got this. Well, you walk outside and it's 700 degrees. You go to your first class and it doesn't seem so bad. Second class, easy as pie. You don't know anyone, and everyone in your class seems to be friends with someone else in the class. You are like an extremely old super super freshman but it feels strange because you have done this already, just not here. You drive home because you made the decision to commute so you could keep your job and save money. You constantly think about if you are ever going to make friends and if you are always going be the girl who no one really knows.

So the next day you go to class, you see someone you know from high school, they blow you off. "Okay great talking to you see you later!" You walk into your classroom, you got lost coming to of course, because why not. You sit in the back, a girl walks in and sits next to you. Almost immediately she starts talking to you. Thank you, world. It's like someone just lifted the biggest weight off your shoulders, you are the happiest person on this campus at that exact moment.

It is in that moment that you realize that everything is going to be okay. From here on out you realize, that you made an amazing decision and that you are proud to be here. From that moment on, you begin to make a friend, or two, in every class, and you know it is not that bad being a transfer. Being a super super freshman isn't the worse thing that could happen.