It goes without saying that this year was one of the toughest on me. College as a whole was kind of not what I expected. I’m not the type to go out all the time or constantly be hanging out with other friends. Until this semester I was always dying to go home by the end. Throughout my struggles, my mom constantly assured me I would get there. College would be fun for me, once I found the right people. She continually told me a story of how she started hanging out with her roommate and her boyfriend her senior year and finally found herself thinking these are the people I’ve been looking for.
Having the year I had, I was certain I’d never have that. I’d never have a close friend, let alone a group of friends. But just in time for the end of the year, everything is falling into place. On one of my last nights at school, I found myself eating nachos with my future roommate and her boyfriend and a few of their friends and I laughed like I’ve never laughed. And when they had conversations, deep conversations, I didn’t feel awkward or left out. I finally felt like I belonged.
Unfortunately, there are less than two nights left of my junior year, but nevertheless, I am still unbelievably happy to have found a group of people I feel like I can accept and count on. I’ve always been jealous of my Rochester friends who have such close relationships with their friends at school, and I am unbelievably happy to have that for myself, despite it being a few years late.