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My first days

I think I heard a universal groan from students across our circulation area today. When they opened their paper and found the Back to School section, they realized their summer vacation was down to just days.

Don't worry kids, I feel for you. In my many many years as a student, I've had plenty of first days at school.

Thanks to my sorta-photographic memory, I can still recall my first day of kindergarten. I was terrified because my neighbor/best friend Jared was not in my class (we were in preschool together, however). When I walked in the door I spotted one familiar face, which belonged to my good friend Trevor.

I remember clinging to Trevor and him showing me where to hang my backpack. It's a good things our last names both start with H, so we got to sit next to each other, too.

Flash forward to seventh grade and it felt the same way all over again. After attending St. Mary's School for six years, I was in a new place once again. I knew many of my non-St. Mary's classmates from Girls Scouts and softball, but not all of them. AND my two best friends were not with me because one transferred schools and the other moved to Florida.

Thank goodness for Erin. I knew her from Girl Scouts and softball and we were both on the volleyball team that year. When I walked in the cafeteria and didn't know where to sit, she immediately waved me over with a big smile on her face. Sweet relief once again!

Then the big one: My first day of college. Holy Lord, I was a mess. I said goodbye to Kyle in the morning (hello, big tears), and then I took off for Bowling Green. It's a good thing I was alone in my car and my parents drove behind me. I'm pretty sure I bawled the whole way because I was terrified, lonely, terrified, nervous, terrified, homesick, and terrified. Did I mention I was terrified?

Turns out the campus isn't so scary once I get settled in. Thankfully, we had orientation that was mandatory for honors students and I met a lot of people there. Turns out, they were pretty much as terrified as I was. I didn't meet my roommate Kelly until maybe the second or third day, but she was great. I don't know if I would have made it through freshman year if I didn't have a roommate who was also my friend.

I think the theme here is that anything new and different is scary, but change is an inevitable part of life. We all have to go through those rights of passage with the first day of school, first day at a new job, first day in a new home, etc. But eventually, it will all feel like a routine, like it was meant to be all along.

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