I am a writer of fictions.
I just had such a collegiate moment: walking back from the bookstore with the October air crisp and sunny, little orange leaves already on the ground, people on bicycles passing me, reading my book while walking through Tappan Square, having just talked to my best friend, wearing some brown shirt as always, and thinking how some things never change and how close to perfect my relationship with my mother is.
Everything is so wonderful here. I say this because I mean it, even when I'm homesick (which does happen pretty frequently). I love that I can just walk into my coach's office to talk to him whenever I need to or want to. I love especially that I am never lonely.
I'm going home in three weeks and I can't wait to see Becca and Hazel and my family. To be honest though, I already feel at home here. I feel like I've known some of these people for years, when really it's only been about a month. Oberlin became familiar to me right away.
Everything is so wonderful here. I say this because I mean it, even when I'm homesick (which does happen pretty frequently). I love that I can just walk into my coach's office to talk to him whenever I need to or want to. I love especially that I am never lonely.
I'm going home in three weeks and I can't wait to see Becca and Hazel and my family. To be honest though, I already feel at home here. I feel like I've known some of these people for years, when really it's only been about a month. Oberlin became familiar to me right away.