Okay, I'll admit it.

I messed up. It's definitely not the worst thing I could've done, but I really should've saw this coming. Yes, I am that girl who made friends with mostly only upperclassmen, and I'm now facing so many regrets. Coming this May, nearly all of them will be gone.

I've seen and read "The Perks of Being a Wallflower." It's really not like I wasn't prepared, but sometimes things just happen. It's not my fault honestly. The upperclassmen know all the whereabouts and secrets that only come from experience. They're more relaxed and comfortable with who they are as a person. Perhaps it was because I grew up with an older sister that I found myself finding nostalgia in their company.

They not only became a great support system for me while away from home, but they were essentially a real life crash course to college life since they always had the scoop on the best classes to take, which textbooks you really needed, the best places to study. I honestly couldn't picture my college life without them.

Except now I do because if this semester I fail to more friends within my grade, I'll have a case of Junior-Freshmanitis. (Disclaimer: not a real disease) This is when you come in as a junior with no friends because you were too devoted to the older circle.

OK, not everyone would find this hard, maybe it's just me. During my own freshman year, after the first month, it seemed everyone already had formed their circle of friends for their entire college career. I was too busy getting the hang of things to really join one. After this point, it can be quite difficult to join a group of friends, or clubs even. Because everyone had already started with their own pace, it's kind of difficult to maneuver your way in at this point. This is how I felt a month in. Nearly two years in, I can imagine it'll be a heck of a lot more difficult to accomplish. Though it really may be challenging for me, I literally have no choice, or I can face a friendless, roommate-less, and social life-less college experience for the next two years.

But it's good for me to get out of my comfort zone (at least that's what everyone says, but really who doesn't like comfort???). Even though I love my older friends and know they'll always have my back, it's time for me to stand tall and venture out on my own.