The best years.

College is the place where you’re supposed to “find yourself” right? Well, I can attest to that.. kind of. When people get to college, they change — some for the better, others.. not so much.

I changed a lot from who I was growing up in Willingboro. Looking back at my 2 and half years on campus, I really hate who I had become. I turned into this girl who was always trying to please other people before doing anything for myself. I started to ignore those who truly cared about me, yet catered to those who would probably forget about me as soon as I was gone.

Now, living at home and going to school out here, I can really reflect on those years. This wasn’t who I was, but I was so caught up living on campus, that I really couldn’t see this transformation happening. Forget finding myself.. I completely lost my identity.

Don’t get me wrong. I’ve had some great times and I’ve encountered people that I truly do adore on campus. And I’m not saying that college is a horrible black hole that will turn you into some zombie. Living there just wasn’t for me at the time, but I’m grateful for my time there. I don’t regret anything. I’d rather just chalk it up to being a learning experience.

Would I do it all over again? Maybe. I’m getting my associates soon & I need to transfer somewhere to get my bachelors. Sadly, that school’s my best option for my degree. At least I know I won’t be making those same mistakes again if & when I transfer back.