Well where to start? I guess it all starts with my last wonderful days in High School, the hourglass was almost empty, and I could start to feel the pressure. What was going to happen after the doors closed for the last time. Was I going to have fun or even learn anything in college? I was sure about the second of my thoughts but unsure about the first. College is portrayed in movies as a huge party, endless girls, and booze. Nevertheless, this was not what I was going to college for; I wanted to use my parent’s hard-earned money with nothing short of learning. Was this promise of principle going to be the end of my social life in college? Was it the end to my fun? At this time in my life, I was not sure what was going to happen, and I was anxious to find out.

The last days of High School happened the doors closed, and I was about to embark on a new journey “college.” Would this journey go off without a hitch? How many hiccups would there be? I guess I would just have to find out. I sure did, orientation soon followed and I was about to experience my first days in a college atmosphere. I had never switched schools and had come from a small town. So meeting new people was completely new. I thought to myself these people do not know me, I am a clean slate, and I can be whomever I wanted. However, I could not lie I am who I am. I kept to myself being more of a passive observer, engaging only when asked and mostly for stupid icebreaker games. What would these accomplish? I am sure all they did was make us move around and embarrass ourselves, but maybe that was the point. After all seeing other people in embarrassment does tell you a lot about a person. Some blushed, some laughed, and some did not show any signs at all. I wondered what they were thinking. Did they feel the same way as me, where any of them wondering what was about to happen.

After looking back on these few days in the middle of my summer spent in college, I was convinced that I was going to be one of the few, the minority, the “sober ones”.