Moving to the dorms at college was the very first time I had to actually move. Other than moving bedrooms within the same house I had lived in the very exact same double-wide trailer since the age of 2 or 3.
I grew up on the same farm my dad had. My classmates were the same ones from preschool (well 9 of the 12 of us). Even though I thought I had been through a lot of change in my life, I hadn't. I did not know how to handle it.
Not only was college my first move but it was the furthest away still in-state college that had my major, Animal Science, I could have chosen. 3 hours. 20 minutes. I moved 3 hours and 20 minutes from home.
What was I thinking? Most of my friends and anyone from my home town stay within the 2 to 2 ½ hour range but I thought I wanted to get out of that small town and never turn back. OH, but now how I would give anything to turn back.
The first 3-4 months I went to class and to my dorm. That's it. Well, I would occasionally stop in the student union for pizza or Subway but always took it to eat in my dorm. I was alone and even though wanted to be social I fell into a really dark place. I know now a lot of freshmen go through this but back then I felt weak and stupid.
And of course, because of being at training for the Missouri National Guard I started college in the spring semester. HOW AWKWARD. I not only was alone and weak but weird.
Even though I didn't know how to make friends at such a large place or what to do about the horrible thoughts I had, I was blessed. I made an amazing friend that had GEP with me as well as another class together. She pushed me to go out, get dinner, meet more friends and to me is the reason college has been such a great experience. This girl will always think I was the one who pushed her out of her shyness but she was my daylight and purpose for a long time.
To every freshman at every university. No matter when you start or where you go. Your college may be close to home or far away; you may know lots of people there or know no one; you could love your first semester or hate it, but no matter what I hope that you find a friend.
A single friend like my Megan. One that you can explore with, go to Walmart with, and reach out to when you need help physically, academically, emotionally, or mentally. You never know if that friend is the one sitting next to you, so talk to them! The only way to make a friend is to talk to them.
Don't be scared to talk to people because we all are going through this crazy, awkward transition to being an adult while balancing life, class, and everything else. Freshman year to whenever we finally graduate every person at college understands the struggles you are going through. We want to help. We want to be a friend.
And always remember that one friend may need you as much as you need them. It's natural: We need human connection. We need each other.