Where was I one year ago?
Where were you 1 year ago?
What were you doing? Where were you working? Who were you dating? Who was your best friend? What was your biggest worry for the future? What were your plans for the future? And the summer ahead of you?
Where was I then?
Hmmm...let's see. Where was I a year ago? I was a lonely college freshman living by herself in a single in an all-freshmen dormitory, wondering how moving out of the dorms at the end of the year would work. I was hoping that I'd have a good time in Israel, and that I'd make more friends. I loved tofu teriyaki and sleep, and I was worried that I'd never find someone to date. I concentrated so much on school that I nearly forgot to have fun, and I was trying to figure out my place in the world. I didn't know who were good friends, so I was afraid to tell my secrets to anyone. My dark streak had gained a thoughtful edge to it, which turned down the noise level on my mouth and kept me awake at night.
Where am I now?
I've become more comfortable in my religious self, coming to realize a joy that I had forsaken when I was younger; I've realized that I can be spiritual and not feel excluded for it. I finally admitted to myself what I was afraid to admit for years, and I have come out with it to people I trust. I have more friends, plus a couple crushes, and there isn't a day when I don't see people I know when I'm walking across campus. I have formed more of an isolated bubble around myself, to protect the increasingly shyer, more fragile-feeling person that has begun to surface. I don't think that much of going out to party anymore, I miss my parents more often, and I sometimes really need a hug. I'm better at sitting back and watching people, yet I love going out and socializing with people. I've lost weight.
What were you doing? Where were you working? Who were you dating? Who was your best friend? What was your biggest worry for the future? What were your plans for the future? And the summer ahead of you?
Where was I then?
Hmmm...let's see. Where was I a year ago? I was a lonely college freshman living by herself in a single in an all-freshmen dormitory, wondering how moving out of the dorms at the end of the year would work. I was hoping that I'd have a good time in Israel, and that I'd make more friends. I loved tofu teriyaki and sleep, and I was worried that I'd never find someone to date. I concentrated so much on school that I nearly forgot to have fun, and I was trying to figure out my place in the world. I didn't know who were good friends, so I was afraid to tell my secrets to anyone. My dark streak had gained a thoughtful edge to it, which turned down the noise level on my mouth and kept me awake at night.
Where am I now?
I've become more comfortable in my religious self, coming to realize a joy that I had forsaken when I was younger; I've realized that I can be spiritual and not feel excluded for it. I finally admitted to myself what I was afraid to admit for years, and I have come out with it to people I trust. I have more friends, plus a couple crushes, and there isn't a day when I don't see people I know when I'm walking across campus. I have formed more of an isolated bubble around myself, to protect the increasingly shyer, more fragile-feeling person that has begun to surface. I don't think that much of going out to party anymore, I miss my parents more often, and I sometimes really need a hug. I'm better at sitting back and watching people, yet I love going out and socializing with people. I've lost weight.