The transition to college is a drastic and scary one for most people. College changes your entire world. You have to deal with things you have never had to deal with before such as living with strangers, making new friends, maturing independently, new classes, peer pressure — you get the idea. It is totally normal to feel timid and nervous about having to deal with all of this, especially when you don't feel ready.

All of those things are hard, but some things can be a little more challenging for those who went to an all-girls private high school like I did.

And while I am not a lesbian (although more people than you'd think will assume that you are if you went or still go to an all-girls school, which is really dumb), I did have a great four years. When I tell people I attended an all-female high school, they are baffled and ask, "How did you do it?" Like I was in a prison for four years and couldn't possibly ever have fun. Well, I did it and I had a lot of fun. I had so much fun that the existence of boys would sometimes slip my mind, that's how much fun I had. Actually that's a huge lie, but still.

There were some great things about going to an all-girls private high school, such as wearing a uniform every day of the week. Granted, my high school didn't have the prettiest uniform, but I still loved wearing it. I never had to get up extra early to rummage through my closet for an outfit to impress the football captain. Everyone looked the same: no makeup, messy bun (or your hair was up in some way, shape or form), knee high socks, ugly brown shoes, the kilt, and the white shirt that got way too yellow from pit stains. So, appearance-wise, no one cared.

Then those four years flew by and next thing I knew, I was going to college. And at college, there are no uniforms. And appearances matter. And I have to shave my legs more often. Oh, and there are boys. Lots of them.

It's not that I haven't seen or spoken to boys before, but for those four years, I was so used to just having girls in my class and not having to worry about what I was saying or doing because, as I said, I was not trying to impress anyone.

The thought of picking my own outfits and having to interact with boys was one of my bigger fears going to college, as sad as that is. Before college, I never wore my own clothes to school, which meant I needed to hit the mall pronto.

Maybe I was lacking on the social side for college, but academically, I was fully prepared. I was pushed and challenged in my classes more than I could have ever imagined. My teachers were incredible. Well, most of them. But the academics at my school were known to be rigorous, and they sure were. This is what ultimately made me prepared and shine my first two years of college. I have never had the grades like I have now in college, and I owe that to my all-girls private high school.

And while the boys and clothes worries are petty, college as a whole was still terrifying, as it should be. It means being independent in a different way than you're used to. You are literally on your own when you get there. Some relish in that, and for others, it's frightening.

You will experience and learn so much about yourself in the short four years spent at your college. I know this because these past two years alone have made a huge impact on me. College is a learning experience, and it will certainly be one that you will never forget. Regardless of whether you come from an all-girls high school, all-boys high school or a co-ed high school, you will have the time of your life at college. Enjoy it.