A Narrow Path

For my first year college experience the first semester I brought with me doubt that whether or not college was right for me, a fear of failure that my best wouldn't be good enough. I was really unsure of what I wanted to do with my life at the time so I ended up withdrawing from my entire first semester. I took a lot of time off and spent a lot of time thinking about what I really wanted to do. There wasn't a lot of choices for me it was either school or the service but thankfully enough my dad works at Loyola and provides amazing benefits for me. I ended up returning second semester giving it one last chance and living on campus this time since I’m from here and wanted to change things up rather than living at home. I brought with me cloths, bed sheets, pillows, laundry detergent, hangers, toothpaste/brush, my car, computer, and myself. Nothing much really since I only lived about 20 minutes away and could just drive home if I needed anything else. I figured living on campus this time would change things up and would be easier to make it to my classes and make new friends. Once the new semester started back up I realized a lot more about Loyola than I once did. It’s a really small school and I would say it attracts a different crowd. A lot of hipsters and foreigners. More problems begin to arise and now there was a fear I carried with me that I wouldn't fit in with the rest of the kids since everything was so different from what I was used to, southerners. I don’t really travel much so Louisiana is really all I know. People from up north and around the world are a lot different from the people down here in Louisiana so I didn't feel so much at home anymore but at the same time I was. It took a while for me to adjust but I ended up making lots of new friends and loving it and here I am now on the right path using that experience for a class.