Right now, high school seniors all over the country are hearing back from colleges and preparing to take that next big step into college. For nostalgia's sake, let's recall what was running through our minds as we read our own college acceptance letters:
Well, this is it. College. The real deal. Everything will be so different.
In college, I'll really have to work hard if I want to make the grades. No more skipping class or waiting until the last minute to study.
I mean, I'll have to get serious if I want to go to medical school - a dream I've had since I was five and will probably never change my mind about. Forget that C-plus in honors chemistry. Maybe I'll sign up for one of those fun, multiracial study groups studying under a tree like I saw in the brochure.
And to think how my social life will change. I won't have to worry about my wardrobe so much, that's for sure. In college, no one cares how you look, which is why everyone wears pajamas all the time.
College students are mature; they don't waste time with gossip, drama or Facebook.
I'm going to have so much sex! And it's going to be with a bunch of attractive, sophisticated people who won't judge me afterward. I'm going to impress them with how much I can drink and how, unlike most freshmen, I don't get really annoying when I'm drunk.
And that "freshman 15" myth won't apply to me.
I guess I have to be realistic too. My sweetheart and I can't stay together forever. It seems like just yesterday we held hands at church camp the summer after ninth grade. Now, we're going to different schools. We'll probably make it work for the first two years by calling every night and hanging out on the weekends, but eventually I'll have to move on.
After all, my beautiful, baggage-free soul mate is waiting for me in one of those wild keg parties they have on every street corner.
Really, I just can't wait to be on my own. In college, no one holds your hand - not my teachers, my friends or my parents.
Ugh, my parents. Thank God I'll never have to talk to them again.
