“Last day home” and “It’s been real guys, see you at Christmas!” Slowly everyone from my grade is making the journey to their new respective homes for the year: college. I am about to “embark on the next chapter of my life” along with all of the other people I graduated with three months ago. Corny clichés aside, this is the first time many people are living away from home. 

College was always a black and white subject growing up.  I read all the right books, and watched all the coming of age movies that pointed to one thing: College. It was always expected, and embedded in my 6-year-old mind. 

“Little boxes on the hillside, Little boxes made of ticky tacky,Little boxes on the hillside, Little boxes all the same. There's a green one and a pink one  And a blue one and a yellow one, And they're all made out of ticky tacky And they all look just the same. And the people in the houses All went to the university, Where they were put in boxes And they came out all the same, And there's doctors and lawyers, And business executives, And they're all made out of ticky tacky And they all look just the same.”

— Malvina Reynolds