A Cold Beer and a Friend

It’s odd the way something so simple and minute can bring back such a powerful memory. A few nights back I found myself on the back porch with a buddy just having beer after a hard day of classes and homework. There was nothing all that significant about this because it’s a pretty normal activity for my friends and me, but something was different this time.
As I leaned back in my chair and closed my eyes, for I was exhausted from my busy day, I felt myself drifting away, but not into a sleep and nothing like a day dream. Instead I felt myself going back in time; back to the house of a childhood and life long friend. My friends and I spent most of our high school years at this house. Especially in the winter because we were able to have bonfires. More nights than I can count I found myself sitting at Corey’s surrounded by my best friends drinking a beer and watching the fire.
I closed my eyes deep in thought yet not thinking at all. Even though it was hot and muggy on my porch I felt the cold winter air on my face and could smell wood burning in the fire. And as I went back there in my mind I realized for the first time that in my mind was the only way I could ever go back there. Not to Corey’s house in general but to those times. High school was over before I realized it had really begun. All of my friends have now dispersed and gone their separate ways, never to return to Corey’s house again. But even as a new chapter in my life begins, I can not help but close my eyes every once in a while and reread the previous chapter.

As my first three weeks here at Georgia Southern come to a close I feel the need to reflect on my experiences and my expectations. I must admit that college life is not exactly what I expected.
Before attending my first class, I expected an uptight old professor with gray hair standing in front of a class of one hundred students lecturing for hours upon hours. To my pleasant surprise this was not the case at all. My classes for the most part are all laid back as well as my professors. Most of my classes are filled with discussion among students as well as professors. Almost everyone at Georgia Southern goes out of his or her way to make your college experience the best it can be.
I also slightly underestimated the work load of college level courses. Throughout high school I did not have to put forth much effort to be successful in all my classes. This is not the case here at Georgia Southern. All of my classes require some type of homework and out of class reading. This has been quite an adjustment from high school, but I know I will be just fine.
The only expectation that proved to be correct was how much fun college would be. I have discovered that no matter what the time or date there is always something fun to do in Statesboro. Since arriving three weeks ago I have attended concerts, parties, and spent plenty of time I at the RAC.
So far college has been fun but challenging, and I look forward to seeing where my college adventure will take me.

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