Hello from New Orleans
I know people expect me to be homesick, going off to college. And I am. In a way. I am homesick for my best friend's house. I am homesick for her parents and brother. I am homesick for my other best friend. I am homesick for my teammates. I am homesick for the comfort of my high school.
I am not homesick for my own house. I am not homesick for my own parents or sister. I am not homesick for the jerks who cheated their way through school. I am not homesick for the way that we were treated like prisoners in school.
I said I would be a happier and healthier person once I was away from my family, and I think I am. I said college would be more fun than high school, and it is, and I haven't even gone out and done the college thing. I said I was coming down here to help rebuild New Orleans, and that's what I spent my Saturday doing. I cut down six feet of weeds in front of, in back of, and on the sides of a house that was completely destroyed by Katrina. But as good as all those things are, college is not the panacea I had hoped it would be. Living without my friends is killing me.
I am not homesick for my own house. I am not homesick for my own parents or sister. I am not homesick for the jerks who cheated their way through school. I am not homesick for the way that we were treated like prisoners in school.
I said I would be a happier and healthier person once I was away from my family, and I think I am. I said college would be more fun than high school, and it is, and I haven't even gone out and done the college thing. I said I was coming down here to help rebuild New Orleans, and that's what I spent my Saturday doing. I cut down six feet of weeds in front of, in back of, and on the sides of a house that was completely destroyed by Katrina. But as good as all those things are, college is not the panacea I had hoped it would be. Living without my friends is killing me.