OK so senior year, this is going to be the best year of your life according to all of the movies.I was so excited as a senior in high school to move on to college.I kept up my grades and studied a little harder and longer than most seniors do in that final semester. But I also went out on Friday nights to parties (really just going to a friends house) or just to the high school football game. I applied and got into a few schools and then I made my decision to go to West Virginia University.

I was so excited to leave and move on. I bought everything my dorm needed such as my sheets and towels all the way to my new laptop. I worked a lot to make enough money for some fun while at school and to pay for those really expensive things called textbooks and I saw my friends and laughed with them all summer. I hung out with my sister a lot and took her on a few "dates". I was at the beach for a few days and visited my grandparents. I was up with my vacation family. I want to a couple baseball games, mostly for work, but hey I was at a baseball game, so it counts. But when August 1st came,I was excited to go to my college town.

I am one of those people who plan and pack everything at the last minute (a trait my mom and dad hate) so packing happened to be the day we left and about 15 minutes before we left for morgantown. I just kind of picked out what I wanted immediately and left some stuff to pick up later or have my parents bring me when they come to see me later. A few shirts, a few pairs of shorts here and there. Then a grabbed a few posters and a few photos to make my dorm feel like my room at home.

Everything was going great: I wasn't nervous or scared until my dad said it was time to go. My stomach sank. I was officially nervous. All on the four hour car ride, the voice in my head kept saying that I should be scared but my heart kept saying I should not be nervous. I shouldn't be because I am an amazing person and should proud of what I have accomplished. But then the negative thoughts creep in, that I haven't accomplished anything. All I had done was graduate high school, but so did everyone else who is attending college.

Now that I am here in Morgantown, my negative thoughts have quieted down. They are mainly positive and I have told my self that I am smart enough to be here and that I have accomplished a lot. I need to work hard to accomplish what I want to but I can do it. While here at Morgantown, I realized something: I am not leaving home but rather I was going to a new home.